Beanfield Boys

Born in a beanfield,

Tulare dust in our lungs Four brothers from different mothers,

same circus night

Sired by the human torso,

carnival blood in our veins Hell raisers and tokers,

we chase the sun

Men with thongs on their feet,

born to the road Beer drinkers,

midnight tokers, living the beach life

Trippin' in the tea room or layin' down on Main We brew

and we toke and we raise hell again (whoa-oh)

Conceived on one wild night,

birthed months apart

Beanfield brothers with carnival hearts

Gipson and Castleberry raised us wild and free

Now we live by the waves,

making our own history

From the valley to the shore,

we carry the flame

Four different mothers, one family name Hell raisers forever,

the circus in our soul

Beach life forever, let the good times roll

Men with thongs on their feet,

born to the road

Beer drinkers, midnight tokers,

living the beach life

Trippin' in the tea room or layin' down on Main We brew

and we toke and we raise hell again (whoa-oh)