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

Boys it 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 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 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 is dry
Headed to the country 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
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

Writer : STOVER, JEREMY / AKINS, RHETT / MOORE, JUSTIN
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing