Lyrics Justin Moore – Beer Time

Bird dog just had her puppies that’s a hundred dollars cash apiece
This old boy struck it country rich
At least for a couple of weeks
I owe my daddy that 50 spot

Boys it’s beer time
This ol’ 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

I heard bocephus was coming 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 ol’ 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 5 o’clock Friday afternoon
And it’s beer time
Yeah the fish are biting in a honey hole
It’s beer time