we went to deep GA. to play a show
4 -hour struggle and none showed
all the time listening to the radio
got there and no one showed
(chorus)
we're coming home. it's all right. there ain't no worries tonite
double extra l.a.r.g.e. passed out
o.j.'s feet smelling like rotten trout
or the mullets on skeet's refrigerator
ooh well, got a foosball table
(chorus)
seems like 100 days straight that i'm on the road
you say it's hard on you when i'm not home
live inside this little world but i can't see so clearly
you call me up, i bring you down, 16 more days in this town
another night, it's going down and i got nothing to lose
