| Twenty-five minutes past quitting time
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| Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine
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| Paying no attention to them highway signs
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| Doing ninety miles an hour toward the county line
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| Quick sack, twelve pack, back again
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| It’s a B-double E-double R U N?
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| My buddies and their babies letting down their hair
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| As long as we’re together is don’t matter where
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| Ain’t got a lot of money but we just don’t care
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| Knowing half the fun is in the getting there
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| Aztec, long necks, paychecks spent
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| Oh, it’s a B-double E-double R U N?
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| I can’t stop thinking
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| What the hell they were drinking
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| Whan they made this county dry
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| I got a week-long thirst
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| And to make it worse
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| Lord, it’s my turn to drive
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| Laughing and bragging and a' carrying on We loaded up the wagons and we headed home
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| I guess half a dozen cases doesn’t last that long
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| Come tomorrow morning it’ll be all gone
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| Them, it’s turn around, leave town, sounds again
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| Like a B-double E-double R U N? |