Lyrics:

Well my daddy grew up in a small town in Oklahoma,
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And you could say there wasn't much for a growin' boy to do
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Except to drive around town with all his friends on the weekends
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And go searchin' for a case of beer that wasn't 3.2.
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He used to drive around town in an old 1960 Corvair
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Him all his friends, they called themselves the BBD.
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Well when I asked him what those three initials stood for,
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He said 'Bartlesville Beer Drinkers, son, that's what it means.
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Raise hell, drink beer,
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That's all there is to do 'round here.
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Get your kicks chasin' chicks
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Well we do it every day of the year.'
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He said, 'Now, one of these days I'm gonna leave this town
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And you won't find me anywhere near...
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But for now I'll keep rasin' hell and drinkin' beer.'

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Yeah, for now I'll keep raisin' hell and drinkin' beer
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Yeah, for now I'll keep raisin' hell and drinkin' beer