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Well I've been high as the mountains
cruisin' down the road in my 65
and I've got a hard-rockin' band, baby
that wants to kick it to the other side
And we're runnin and a-gunnin
and a-jukin' and a-jumpin
and I'm lookin for some lovin'
in another d*mn town
We like a little country -
We like a little soul -
We like a lotta blues baby
mixed with the rock and roll
And we're a-runnin and a-gunnin
and a-jukin' and a-jumpin
and I'm lookin for some lovin'
in another d*mn town
You gotta drink it
You gotta drug it
You gotta drink it
You gotta drug it
You gotta drink it
You gotta drug it
You gotta drink it
You gotta drug it
You wanna jump into the whiskey
you wanna jump into the fire
Living this life in rock and roll band
it'll make you lose your mind
you gotta eat it-
live it-
breathe it-
suck it-
fk it-
drug it-
all the d*mn time
You gotta drink it
You gotta drug it
You gotta drink it
You gotta drug it
Drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' alcohol
Drinkin' drinkin' drinkin' alcohol
Rails and rails and rails of eight balls
Rails and rails and rails of eight balls
Drug it drug it drug till I fall
Drink that fkin' alcohol