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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 again
It’s a b-double e-double are you in?
My buddies and their babies letting down their hair
As long as we’re together is 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
Oh, it’s a b-double e-double are you in?
I can’t stop thinking
What the hell they were drinking
Whan they made this county dry
I got a week-long thirst
And to make it worse
Lord, it’s my turn to drive
Laughing 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
Them, it’s turn around, leave town, sounds again
Like a b-double e-double are you in?
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