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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