That's a hundred dollars cash apiece
This ol' boy struck it country rich
At least for a couple of weeks
I owe my daddy that fifty spot
And the muffler shop the rest
But Daddy and Bubba's gonna have to wait
I got an empty ice chest
Chorus
Boys it beer time
This ol'town's dry
Headed to the county line
For something cold
I need a 12 pack in a brown paper sack
Ice it down in the back
Find a deep mud hole
I got my baby and some rowdy friends of mine
It's beer time it's beer time
Heard Bocephus was comin' to town
And I still had a little cash
I bought me a couple of nosebleed tickets
Way up in the back
It chilled me to the bone when he sang
Got a shotgun rifle and a four wheel drive
Crowd went crazy and I told my baby
It was worth every dime
Now it's beer time
Hearin' Hank play live Country boy can survive
I need something cold When the show ends
Party with my rowdy friends
Hell of a weekend I aint ready to go
Crack another top beneath the parking lot lights
It's beer time Boys it's beer time
This ol' town is dry
Headed to the country line
For something cold
I need a 12 pack In a brown paper sack
Ice it down in the back
Find a deep mud hole I got my baby and some rowdy friends of mine
It's beer time
Son it's beer time
It's five o'clock Friday afternoon and it's beer time
Ya the fish they're bitin' in the honey hole
It's beer time hey
Bird dog just had her puppies That's a hundred dollars cash apiece This ol' boy struck it country rich At least for a couple of weeks I owe my daddy that fifty spot And the muffler shop the rest But Daddy and Bubba's gonna have to wait I got an empty ice chest Chorus Boys it beer time This ol'town's dry Headed to the county line For something cold I need a 12 pack in a brown paper sack Ice it down in the back Find a deep mud hole I got my baby and some rowdy friends of mine It's beer time it's beer time Heard Bocephus was comin' to town And I still had a little cash I bought me a couple of nosebleed tickets Way up in the back It chilled me to the bone when he sang Got a shotgun rifle and a four wheel drive Crowd went crazy and I told my baby It was worth every dime Now it's beer time Hearin' Hank play live Country boy can survive I need something cold When the show ends Party with my rowdy friends Hell of a weekend I aint ready to go Crack another top beneath the parking lot lights It's beer time Boys it's beer time This ol' town is dry Headed to the country line For something cold I need a 12 pack In a brown paper sack Ice it down in the back Find a deep mud hole I got my baby and some rowdy friends of mine It's beer time Son it's beer time It's five o'clock Friday afternoon and it's beer time Ya the fish they're bitin' in the honey hole It's beer time hey Explain Request ×
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