Hitchin' A Ride Songtext

Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour.
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 now I'm dehydrating.
My tongue is swelling up, as 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 now 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.

I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride
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