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Raise Hell, Drink Beer

Höfundur lags: Eleven Hundred Springs Sent inn af: Anonymous

[A]Well my daddy grew up in a small town in Oklah[D]oma,
And you could [A]say there wasn't much for a growin' boy to [E]do  
Except to d[A]rive around town with all his friends on the week[D]ends
And go se[A]archin' for a case of b[E]eer that wasn't 3.[A]2.  
He used to drive around town in an old 1960 Co[D]rvair
[A]Him all his friends, they called themselves the [E]BBD.
Well when I a[A]sked him what those three initials s[D]tood for,
He said "Ba[A]rtlesville Beer Drinkers, s[E]on, that's what it me[A]ans.

A2 A2
Raise hell, drink beer,
That's a[D]ll there is to do 'round here.
A2 A2
Get your kicks chasin' chicks
Well we [E]do it every day of the year."
He said, "Now, o[A]ne of these days I'm gonna leave this town
And you w[D]on't find me anywhere near...
But for n[A]ow I'll keep rasin' h[E]ell and drinkin' b[A]eer."

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[A]Well my daddy grew up in a small town in Oklah[D]oma,
And you could [A]say there wasn't much for a growin' boy to [E]do  
Except to d[A]rive around town with all his friends on the week[D]ends
And go se[A]archin' for a case of b[E]eer that wasn't 3.[A]2.  
He used to drive around town in an old 1960 Co[D]rvair
[A]Him all his friends, they called themselves the [E]BBD.
Well when I a[A]sked him what those three initials s[D]tood for,
He said "Ba[A]rtlesville Beer Drinkers, s[E]on, that's what it me[A]ans.

A2 A2
Raise hell, drink beer,
That's a[D]ll there is to do 'round here.
A2 A2
Get your kicks chasin' chicks
Well we [E]do it every day of the year."
He said, "Now, o[A]ne of these days I'm gonna leave this town
And you w[D]on't find me anywhere near...
But for n[A]ow I'll keep rasin' h[E]ell and drinkin' b[A]eer."

Yeah, for n[A]ow I'll keep raisin' h[E]ell and drinkin' b[A]eer  
Yeah, for n[A]ow I'll keep raisin' h[E]ell and drinkin' b[A]eer  




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 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.

A2 A2
Raise hell, drink beer,
That's all there is to do 'round here.
A2 A2
Get your kicks chasin' chicks
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."




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 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.

A2 A2
Raise hell, drink beer,
That's all there is to do 'round here.
A2 A2
Get your kicks chasin' chicks
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."

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

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