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
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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?
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Beer Run (B double E double R UN)
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Garth Brooks |