Lyric Hitchin A Ride

Hey Mister where ya 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
One, two, one, two, three, four
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 tounge is swelling up
I say one, two, one, two, three, four
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
Shy
Touble 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