Hitchin' A Ride

Hey, sir, where are you goin'?
Are you hurry?
I need a ride to my happy hour
Say no
Do you stop for destiled spirits?
I need a stop too
The hole that keeps on the guilt
One, Two
One, Two, Three, Four

The cold turkey is goin' down
But not the poisoned oat with salmonela
There's no water in the source of youth, and now I am dehydrating
My mouth is swelling while I say
One, Two
One, Two, Three, Four
Problem times, you know I cannot lie
I left the wagon and know I am hitchin' a ride

There's no water in the source of youth, and now I am dehydrating
My mouth is swelling while i say
Oh, crap!