Written by Matt Hillyer
A D Well my daddy grew up in a small town in Oklahoma, A E And you could say there wasn't much for a growin' boy to do A D Except to drive around town with all his friends on the weekends A E A And go searchin' for a case of beer that wasn't 3.2. D He used to drive around town in an old 1960 Corvair A E Him all his friends, they called themselves the BBD. A D Well when I asked him what those three initials stood for, A E A He said "Bartlesville Beer Drinkers, son, that's what it means. A2 A2 Raise hell, drink beer, D That's all there is to do 'round here. A2 A2 Get your kicks chasin' chicks E Well we do it every day of the year." A He said, "Now, one of these days I'm gonna leave this town D And you won't find me anywhere near... A E A But for now I'll keep rasin' hell and drinkin' beer." A D A E A D A D A E A 2x - Repeat whole song through - A E A Yeah, for now I'll keep raisin' hell and drinkin' beer A E A Yeah, for now I'll keep raisin' hell and drinkin' beer