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Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour
I say oh no
Do you brake for distilled spirits?
I need a break as well
The well that inebriates the guilt
1, 2
1, 2, 3, 4

Cold turkey's getting stale, tonight I'm eating crow
Fermented salmonella poison oak no

There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up, I say
1, 2
1, 2, 3, 4

Troubled times, you know I can not lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride

There's a drought at the fountain of youth, and I'm dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up,
I say...Shit!

Troubled times, you know I can not lie
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride

(Don't know where I'm going) Hitchin' a ride
(Don't know where I'm going) Hitchin' a ride
(Don't know where I'm going) Hitchin' a ride
(Don't know where I'm going) Hitchin' a ride
(Don't know where I'm going) Hitchin' a ride
(Don't know where I'm going) Hitchin' a ride
(Don't know where I'm going) Hitchin' a ride
Take one for the road trip!

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