Lyric 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 aswell
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 I m dehydrating
My tongue is swelling up
I say 1,2,1,2,3,4

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 dehydrating
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
Hitchin a ride [*8]