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God Damn, We're in for it now boys State lines used to mark the borders We're making our way one highway at a time Avoiding tolls has turned this two hour trip into a nine hour drive Hot boxing in the dead of summer Legs dead in this captains chair It's like a fucking head trip And I can't breathe in this Carolina air Staying up, All Day All Night Word is, there's a party on Broad Street Another night in another Walmart I can't stand this Mississippi heat Here we are day one its a million degrees Loading in Its a sin But this'll work for me In walks this kid without his shoes He says he's here for the show Sorry kid, one Chris Drew is enough for this world We made out way down south let it finally begin Day 9, Tennessee I think we've finally made friends And now I'm dreading this twenty hour ride back home Letras de cancionesHot boxing in the dead of summer Legs dead in this captains chair It's like a fucking head trip And I can't breathe in this Carolina air Staying up, All Day All Night Word is, there's a party on Broad Street Another night in another Walmart I can't stand this Mississippi heat Keep your head up, kid Just cause you couldn't make it this time around We'll see you next season Just gimme one reason By the next snow fall we'll be headed out west again! Here we are day one its a million degrees Loading in Its a sin But this'll work for me In walks this kid without his shoes He says he's here for the show Sorry kid, one Chris Drew is enough for this world We made out way down south let it finally begin Day 9, Tennessee I think we've finally made friends And now I'm dreading this twenty hour RIDE BACK HOME From Letras Mania