Text: George Jones. Beer Run.

Twenty-five minutes past quiting time
Seven of us crammed into that truck of mine
Payin' no attention to them highway signs

Ninety mile an hour toward the county line
Quick sack, twelve pack, back again
Its a B - double E - double R - U - N

My buddies and their babies lettin' 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 that the fun is in the gettin' there


Aztec, long necks, paycheck spent


Oh its a B - double E - double R - U - N


I can't stop thinkin' what the Hell they were drinkin'


When they made this county dry


I got a week long thirst and to make it worse


Lord its my turn to drive


Oh laughin' and a braggin' and a carryin' on


We loaded up the wagons and we're headin' home


I guess half a dozen cases doesn't last that long


Come tomorrow morning it'll be all gone

And its turn around, leave town, sounds again

Like a B - double E - double R - U - N

Like a B - double E - double R - U - N