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Hitchin' a RideSong ratingsNot rated yet. Lyrics
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. 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 now I'm dehydrating. My tongue is swelling up, as say 1, 2. 1, 2, 3, 4. Troubled times, you know I can not 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 can not lie. I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride. I'm hitchin' a ride. I'm hitchin' a ride. I'm hitchin' a ride. I'm hitchin' a ride. I'm hitchin' a ride. I'm hitchin' a ride. I'm hitchin' a ride.
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