Beer Run Blues
I hear that beer a callin’, It’s callin’ out my name.
My thirst is nearly about to drive me totally insane.
I’m down at ICR to stay for the weekend long
But I did not bring enough beer with me, which was just plain wrong.

When I was a new owner my neighbor said, “now listen, son,
You’ll really love it out here, you’ll really have some fun
But bring all that you need to eat and drink when you come to play.
Its hot out here and you’ll need beverages if you’re gonna stay”.

My neighbor also told me, “please mind the speed limit sign.
Driving too fast out here is a crime that is not benign.
It’s 20 miles per hour, so please watch your driving speed.
The wildlife and other owners will thank you, guaranteed”.

Well, Sunday morning got here and I was out of beer.
I knew the town of Rock Springs was the closest place to here.
So I drove directly to the Lowes Family Grocery mart.
I went inside, glanced around, and grabbed a handy cart.

I knew just what I wanted, I made a beeline to the back.
That’s where the beer cooler was, so I grabbed a multi-pak.
I loaded up and headed back to find the friendly cashier.
who sadly told me she could not sell me any beer.

So, I’m leaving empty handed as the sun begins to shine.
I cannot linger here now; I just don’t have the time.
As I leave I pass by Country Boys, and then drive on past Grooms.
Cause its Sunday and they can’t sell beer until the clock strikes noon.