Garth Brooks - Beer Run
B-double-e-double-r-u-n.) (look Out) (yeaaaaaaaieee) Twenty Five Minutes Past Quittin' Time Seven Of Us Crammed Into That Truck Of Mine Payin' No Attention To Them Highway Signs Quick Sack, Twelve Pack, Back Again Doing 90 Miles An Hour Towards The County Line 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 Aztec, Long Necks, Paychecks Spent Knowing Half The Fun Is In The Getting There Oohh, It's A B-double-e-double-r-u-n. I Can't Stop Thinking What The Hell They Were Drinkin Lord, It's My Turn To Drive When They Made This County Drive I Got A Week Long Thirst, And To Make It Worse We Loaded Up The Wagons And We Headed Home I Guess Half A Dozen Cases Doesn't Last That Long Laughin, And Bragging, And A Carrying On Come Tomorrow Morning It'll Be All Gone Then, It's Turn Around, Leave Town, Sounds Again Heeeyy, Like A B-double-e-double-r-u-n. Like A B-double-e-double-r-u-n. (hey) (hey, Come On Garth, Lets Get In The Truck) (okay, But I'm Driving
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