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God damn, we're in for it now boys
State lines used to mark the borders
We're making our way one highway at a time
Avoiding tolls has turned this two-hour trip into a nine-hour drive
Hot boxing in the dead of summer
Legs dead in this captain's chair
It's like a fucking head trip
And I can't breathe in this Carolina air
Staying up, all day all night
Word is, there's a party on broad street
Another night in another Walmart
I can't stand this Mississippi heat
Here we are day one its a million degrees
Loading in
It's a sin
But this'll work for me
Here comes a kid without his shoes
He says he's here for the show
Sorry kid, one Chris Drew is enough for this world
We made our way down south let it finally begin
Day 9, Tennessee
I think we've finally made friends
And now I'm dreading this twenty-hour ride back home
Hot boxing in the dead of summer
Legs dead in this captain's chair
It's like a fucking head trip
And I can't breathe in this Carolina air
Staying up, all day all night
Word is, there's a party on broad street
Another night in another Walmart
I can't stand this Mississippi heat
Keep your head up, kid
Just cause you couldn't make it this time around
We'll see you next season
Just gimme one reason
By the next snow fall we'll be headed out west again!
Here we are day one it's a million degrees
Loading in
It's a sin
But this'll work for me
Here comes a kid without his shoes
He says he's here for the show
Sorry kid, one Chris Drew is enough for this world
We made our way down south let it finally begin
Day 9, Tennessee
I think we've finally made friends
And now I'm dreading this twenty-hour ride back home