Hitchin' A Ride

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

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1, 2, 3, 4

Cold turkeys 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 dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up, I say

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1, 2, 3, 4

Troubled 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 dehydrated
My tongue is swelling up, I say
Shit

Troubled times
You know I cannot lie
I'm off the wagon
And I'm hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm goin')

Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm goin')
Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm goin')
Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm goin')

Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm goin')
Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm goin')
Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm goin')

Hitchin' a ride (don't know where I'm goin')

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