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Welll Im' drivin cross country
in my red cadillac
got bull horns on the bumper
ain't never goin back
I'm lookin for adventure
an ice cold beer or two
I had it with convention
my domestic days are thru


road trippin
far way from here
doin' 90 on the freeway
I'm gonna shift some gears


my job is mental torture
its worse than sunday mass
you can tell my boss
that he can kiss my ass
My ladys always naggin
bout one thing or another
theres only one thing
that will free you brother



road trippin
I'm gonna leave today
out on the interstate
is where I'm gonna stay



I'm gonna sleep in sleazy motels
and throw away my phone
eat chicken wings for breakfast
let my hair get overgrown
won't have to fix no toilet
or take the garbage out
I'll be an outlaw not an inlaw
thats what I'm talkin bout!



road trippin
i'm gonna fill the tank
and if I run out of money
might even rob a bank



Might go down to down old virginny
might head to alabam'
might meet a truck-stop hottie
do the whamm bamm thank you mamm
If your life is gettin crazy
and your outlook is a bitch
get up off that sofa baby
scratch that itch!!!


road trippin
you'll never be the same
and if your life ever gets boring
you'll have yourself to blame


and if your life ever gets boring
you'll have yourself to blame


and if your life ever gets boring
you'll have yourself to blame!!!

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