 George Jones & Garth Brooks
Twenty-five minutes past quiting time
Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine
Payin' no attention to them highway signs
Ninety mile an hour toward the county line
Quick sack, twelve pack, back again
Its a B - double E - double R - U - N
My buddies and their babies lettin' 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 that the fun is in the gettin' there
Aztec, long necks, paycheck spent
Oh its a B - double E - double R - U - N
I can't stop thinkin' what the Hell they were drinkin'
When they made this county dry
I got a week long thirst and to make it worse
Lord its my turn to drive
Oh, laughin' and a braggin' and a carryin' on
We loaded up the wagons and we're headin' home
I guess half a dozen cases doesn't last that long
Come tomorrow morning it'll be all gone
And its turn around, leave town, sounds again
Like a B - double E - double R - U - N
Like a B - double E - double R - U - N
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