(Spoken)
I can’t take it no more.
That’s it I’m out!
(Guitar and banjo rift)
Load up that truck
Gotta get while the gettins good.
It’s finally time.
To unwind.
I got a plan to get out of here.
Gettin out of work anywhere but there.
You wanna tag along.
Well come on.
Let me know by crankin this song.
I’m headin east bound and down.
Got plenty of jack and crown.
Hangin out the window reaching for the coast.
Chasin that freedom I ain’t tryin to boast.
By this time tomorrow.
I’ll be out there drownin my sorrow.
Floatin on with the tide.
So come on if you’re ready for a hell of a ride.
That salt air fillin up my lungs.
That is if there’s room after this fancy grass.
And it seems I got this magic glass.
It stays full be careful it’ll knock you on your ass.
I’m comin down for a good time.
Got the music up and the classics on rewind.
I’m headin east bound and down.
Got plenty of jack and crown.
Hangin out the window reaching for the coast.
Chasin that freedom I ain’t tryin to boast.
By this time tomorrow.
I’ll be out there drownin my sorrow.
Floatin on with the tide.
So come on if you’re ready for a hell of a ride.
I don’t care if that sun goes down.
That ain’t bringin no frown.
The party’s here and it ain’t gonna stop.
I got all week of no watchin that time clock.
If work calls they can leave a voice mail.
To tell you the truth that place can go straight to hell.
I’ll be out here collecting shells.
I’m headin east bound and down.
Got plenty of jack and crown.
Hangin out the window reaching for the coast.
Chasin that freedom I ain’t tryin to boast.
By this time tomorrow.
I’ll be out there drownin my sorrow.
Floatin on with the tide.
So come on if you’re ready for a hell of a ride.
I’ll raise one up.
And take a toke.
For the ones still workin at that joke.
I’d say I’ll think of yall.
But to tell you the truth I ain’t one to lie and I don’t care at all.
I’m headin east bound and down.
Got plenty of jack and crown.
Hangin out the window reaching for the coast.
Chasin that freedom I ain’t tryin to boast.
By this time tomorrow.
I’ll be out there drownin my sorrow.
Floatin on with the tide.
So come on if you’re ready for a hell of a ride.
MBMEASMER
