Road Tripping

Fun up-tempo about a lost weekend [Male vocal]

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Who said we oughtta just drive all night
Get lost and stop at the first place we find
Sounded like fun when we piled in the car
Now we’re staring at a bouncer with 20 inch arms

He said it’s time you boys get gone
Now we’re back on the back roads chasing the dawn

Road tripping
Cold beer, cheap motels
We’re hardly sleeping so what the hell
Road tripping,
Red Bull, loud guitars
Shots of ¬whiskey and biker bars
We’re still alive and the music’s kicking
Road tripping

Who said next stop Bourbon Street
Crawdads, gumbo, midnight heat
Some ladies said boys can we buy you a round
But we looked at each other turned ‘em down

Lord knows we aint no prudes
But I aint sure they wasn’t hookers, and sure they wasn’t dudes

Road tripping
Cold beer, cheap motels
We’re hardly sleeping so what the hell
Road tripping,
Red Bull, loud guitars
Shots of ¬whiskey and biker bars
We’re still alive and the music’s kicking
Road tripping

Got a three day hangover, gotta get it together
But all I keep thinking ‘bout is the next time, ‘cause there aint nothing better than

CHORUS

Janice FitzGerald/David Stewart


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