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INTRO: guitar start 4 bars, then fill to come in FULL 4 bars
Verse 1
Well my daddy grew up in a small town in Oklahoma,
And you could say there wasn't much for a growin' boy to do
Except to drive around town with all of his friends on the weekends
And go searchin' for a case of beer that wasn't 3.2.
He used to drive around town in an old 1960 Corvair
Him all his friends, they called themselves the BBD.
Well when I asked him what those three initials stood for,
He said "Bartlesville Beer Drinkers, son, that's what it means.
Chorus
Raise hell HIT-HIT, drink beer HIT-HIT,
That's all there is to do 'round here.
Get your kicks HIT-HIT chasin' chicks HIT-HIT
Well we do it every day of the year."
He said, "Now, one of these days I'm gonna leave this town
And you won't find me anywhere near...
But for now I'll keep rasin' hell and drinkin' beer."
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Verse 1
Chorus
Yeah, for now I'll keep raisin' hell and drinkin' beer
Yeah, for now I'll keep raisin' hell and drinkin' beer end together