Twenty five minutes past quittin' time Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine Payin' no attention to them highway signs Doing 90 miles an hour towards the county line Quick sack, twelve pack, back again It's a b-double-e-double-r-u-n.
Our 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 Oohh, it's a b-double-e-double-r-u-n.
I can't stop thinking what the hell they were drinkin When they made this county dry I got a week long thirst, and to make it worse Lord, it's my turn to drive
Laughin, 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. Heeeyy, like a b-double-e-double-r-u-n.
(Hey) (Hey, Come on Garth, lets get in the truck) (Okay, but i'm driving)Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
