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Twenty-five minutes past quitting time |
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Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine |
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Paying no attention to them highway signs |
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Doing ninety miles an hour toward the county line |
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Quick sack, twelve pack, back again |
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It`s a be -double |
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E-double are you in? |
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My buddies and their babies letting down their hair |
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As long as we`re together it don`t matter where |
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Ain`t got a lot of money but we just don`t care |
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Knowing half the fun is in the getting there |
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Aztec, long necks, paychecks spent |
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Oh, It`s a be -double |
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E-double are you in? |
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I can`t stop thinking |
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What the hell they were drinking |
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When they made this county dry |
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I got a week-long thirst |
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And to make it worse |
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Lord, it`s my turn to drive |
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Laughing and bragging and a` carrying on |
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We loaded up the wagons and we headed home |
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I guess half a dozen cases doesn`t last that long |
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Come tomorrow morning it`ll be all gone |
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Then, it`s turn around, leave town, sounds again |
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Like a be -double |
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E-double are you in? |