Beer Time - Justin Moore

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