Beer Time

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

Boys it's beer time

This whole town's dry

Headed to the county line

For something cold

I need a twelve 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 nose bleed 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 ain't ready to go

Crack another top beneath the parking lot lights

It's beer time

Boys it's beer time

This whole town's dry

Headed to the county line

For something cold

I need a twelve 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