Hitchin' a Ride

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Hey mister, where you headed?
Are you in a hurry?
I need a lift to happy hour
Say oh no
Do you break for distilled spirits?
I need a break as well
The well that inebriated the guilt
1, 2...1, 2, 3, 4
Cold turkey's getting stale
Tonight I'm eating a crow
Fermented salmonella poison oak
no
There's a drought at the fountain of youth
And now I'm dehydrating
My tounge is swelling up as say
1, 2...1, 2, 3, 4
Trouble times
You know I cannot 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 tounge is swelling up
I say
SHIT!
Trouble times
You know I cannot 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
I'm off the wagon
And I'm hitchin' a ride
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