beer run

twenty-five minutes past quitting time, seven of 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 agian, 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 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 they were drinking, when they made this county dry, i got a week long thrist, and to make it worse, lord, it's my turn to drive, laughing and a bragging and a carrying on, we loaded up the wagons and we headed home, i guess a 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 agian, like a b double - e double - r u n.