Eight states, thirteen cities
Fifteen days of being wasted
We’re out here doing what we love
And we do it for you
From Kentucky to the city of rats
Kinda worried ’bout Michigan
But BeMo’s was a blast!
We’re out here doing what we love
And we do it for you
Hittin’ the interstate in the middle of the night
/Crashed out, bombed out/
Hope our driver can get it right
We’re hittin’ interstates
We’re hittin’ bourbon shots
That Buffalo Trace kept me in the haze
We’re hittin’ interstates
We’re hittin’ whatever you got
Your White Dog made me puke at the parking lot
Hittin' Cleveland late afternoon
/Pirate's Cove/
And the fans are waiting
We're out here doing what we love
And we do it for you
Awesome crowd, awesome venue
And the size of the beer is just my taste
We’re out here doing what we love
And we do it for you
Hittin’ the interstate in the middle of the night
/Crashed out, bombed out/
Hope our driver can get it right
We’re hittin’ interstates
We’re hittin’ bourbon shots
That Buffalo Trace kept me in the haze
We’re hittin’ interstates
We’re hittin’ whatever you got
Your White Dog made me puke at the parking lot
Woh oh oh I’m never gonna clean up that lot
Woh oh oh yeah I puked, so what
We’re hittin’ interstates
We’re hittin’ bourbon shots
That Buffalo Trace kept me in the haze
We’re hittin’ interstates
We’re hittin’ whatever you got
Your White Dog made me puke at the parking lot
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Lyrics submitted by Toxic Lab Rats.