Bull Run Beer Run

Let's go on a beer run, baby, I'm giving the word
 Let's make like a bird and make a migration
 'Cause I spent four dollars, baby, last night in a bar
 For a PBR, can't afford the libation
 I know a spot in Virginia
 They'll pour a shot of gin right in ya
 For cheaper than a coke
 And you can sit and smoke
 And cigarettes are almost free
 Vices get cheaper the deeper south you go
 You can't afford to be sober
 We'll go where the prices are so low
 We'll be dead by October
 Graveyard in Savannah, baby
 Just look at the dates
 Seems most of these mates didn't make it to thirty
 Confederate daughters, maybe
 They may have been strong
 It's hard to live long when living so dirty
 They cry out, "Dixie don't forget us
 Sweet land where pork costs less than lettuce
 It's 1864, we'll stay for just one more
 Have one, you might as well have three"
 'Cause vices get cheaper the deeper south you go
 Lives don't seem so pricey either
 We'll go with our dignity and dough
 Then we'll head back north with neither