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Four AM, suns still sleeping
But the engine starts to roar
Got a case of red bull cans and gas money settled from the night before
Uncle Frank is steering
Ray's got the route map on his knee
They're hitting every reservation that the highway lets them see
No time for rest stops, just Taco Bell and a prayer of good luck
Chasing that Grand Entry feeling in a beaten-up pick-up truck
Oh the pow-wow
Circuit shuffle is the only life I know
I'm gonna chase that drum beat high and low, watch the dancers glow
Dust off that regalia, polish up those leather soles
From the grass dance fire to those sneaky gambling holes
Uncles rolling, pockets swelling, looking sharp and cool
They taught me everything I needed in the high school of the road
Checking to the super 8
Then it's straight to the casino floor
Ray's got a system for the roulette wheels, been perfecting since the 94
Frank heads for the high-limit slots
Says he feels a spirit near
Throwing down the chips like they ain't got a single fear
They're not here for the buffet, they're here for the flashing light
Gotta earn enough for gas to make it to the next pow-wow night
Oh the pow-wow
Circuit shuffle is the only life I know
I'm gonna chase that drum beat high and low, watch the dancers glow
Dust off that regalia, polish up those leather soles
From the grass dance fire to those sneaky gambling holes
Uncles rolling pockets, swelling, looking sharp and cool
They taught me everything I needed in the high school of the road
When the pow-wow lights dim down and the moon is riding high
That's when the social hour starts beneath the midnight sky
Late night snagging by the bleachers, nothing planned, just letting things be
Trying to catch the eye of the prettiest one I see
You see me leaning on the trailer, I got that hungry look in my eye
Cause the only thing I'm focused on is what you're walking by
I'm a berry picker, yeah, yeah, I'm picky about what I consume
Gotta find that perfect something to chase away the driving gloom