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 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 I'm dehydrated My tongue is swelling up I say one, two One, two, three, four 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 Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go) Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go) Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go) Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go) Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go) Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go) Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go) Hitchin' a ride (don't know where to go)