can't live forever,
hope I'll make a hundred years
So much wine, so little time,
so many kinds of beers
Even when I'm 93,
there'll be livin' left to do
And I'll still be kickin'
But then there's exception
s to the rule
When they run out of Jim
Beam in Kentucky
When the family farm is gone
When a good old boy can't get lucky
With a guitar and a song
When a man can't fly the flag
Or take a drag on his front lawn
I'll catch y on the other side,
I don't wanna live that long
When Wrangler don't make
bootcut jeans
and Ford stops building trucks
When they fish out all the small mouth
that barf the white ghost belly up
When the Bible's nothing more
than a coffee table souvenir
I just assume, say I'm through,
check on out of here
When they run out of Jim
Beam in Kentucky
When the family farm is gone
When a good old boy can't get lucky
With a guitar and a song
When a man can't fly the flag
Or take a drag on his front lawn
I'll catch y 'all on the other side
But I don't want to live that long
When you run out of fresh
air in Montana
And the Lynchburg well runs dry
When you go down to Alabama,
there's no dirt roads left to ride
When a man can't speak his mind,
and all kinds just don't belong
I'll catch y 'all on the other side,
I don't wanna live that long
Yeah, I'll see y on the other side,
I don't wanna live that long
What do you mean we're
out of beer?
That's it. I'm out of here.