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