| I don’t know who bottled it up or who put on that label
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| All I know is I ordered it up and it’s sittin' on my table
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| Who knows how many trucks it hitched a ride on
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| How many shelves it spent the night on
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| 'Fore they put it on ice
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| And put it on my tab tonight
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| I don’t know where that beer’s been
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| But I know where it’s goin'
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| Into my hand, up to my lips
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| Second I crack it open
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| Gonna tip it, sip it, crush it, kill it
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| Get my sideways showin'
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| I don’t know where that beer’s been but I know where
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| I know where it’s goin'
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| Coulda been brewed in Colorado, Milwaukee or St. Louie
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| But the only thing on my mind right now is what it’s gonna do to me
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| I don’t know where that beer’s been
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| But I know where it’s goin'
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| Into my hand, up to my lips
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| Second I crack it open
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| Gonna tip it, sip it, crush it, kill it
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| Get my sideways showin'
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| I don’t know where that beer’s been but I know where it’s goin'
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| Down the hatch
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| To my brain
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| Till I don’t know my last name
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| Up in the air
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| Clankin' 'round
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| When it’s gone there’s another one goin' down
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| I don’t know where that beer’s been
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| But I know where it’s goin'
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| Into my hand, up to my lips
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| Second I crack it open
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| Gonna tip it, sip it, crush it, kill it
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| Get my sideways showin'
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| I don’t know where that beer’s been but I know where
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| I know where it’s goin' |