[Verse 1] Well, I quit my job making minimum wage I look fairly well twice and act half my age I'm looking for somewhere that can handle the rage Of a young man on the run With rarely paid taxes and shitty insurance A glove box full of summons and warrants A finely-tuned wish that things were that weren't You could say I was lookin' for fun So I bought an '01 red Dodge Ram Bought two pints of whiskey and a thirty of Hamm's Now I'm peein' in bottles and eatin' from cans But ya can't call me homeless, friends, 'cause I live in a van They call it
[Chorus] Vanlife, I been told this It's a fine life, I've been sold this It's a fine line between having to and choosin' it Let's roll up, lеt's blow this
[Verse 2] Well, the 7-Elevеn's a sure bellyache I subsist on a mere wake-and-bake Talladega to Chicago's lakes I'll take your largest queso And all the girls from Chickamauga to Passamaquoddy Speak enviously of my van's rusty body This old thing might just be a Bugatti The way I get it to sixty from zero Yeah, I'm sixty miles of Fargo on a northern track I'm burnin' rubber, no lookin' back Pushin' that thang like a maniac I get tipped out like a stripper, in singles and crack, oh I wish someone would fund Amtrak Instead, it's the
[Chorus] Vanlife, I been told this It's a fine life, I've been sold this It's a fine line between having to and choosin' it Let's roll up, let's blow this
[Verse 3] Well, the south of St. Louis can be a lil' gritty It's a far cry from Seattle's tent cities All in all, life's pretty pretty From the Starship Enterprise Still a guy with a house and a big old lawn Thinks his block's too good for me to park on And bangs on my door with a letter that tells About a thousand ways he can make my life hell And he's worse than the guy who put a brick through my glass And robbed me blind and siphoned the gas At least I know that guy needed it bad Oh, I wish that old boy well In the meantime a cop is bangin' my door Tellin' me I can't park here no more What do you do, friends, what do ya say? Gotta rev up the engine and drive away Chalk it up to the
[Chorus] Vanlife, I been told this It's a fine life, I've been sold this It's a fine line between having to and choosin' it Let's roll up, let's blow this
[Verse 4] Well, it's a sexy kinda lifestyle for certain folks Fractal highways, friends like smoke It all goes up and you end up alone It's like the internet is your real home Call of the wild, call of the road The endless search for a clean commode I'm a trucker of emotive payloads Backed up on guitar Yeah, I'm a public park patron, library sleuth I'm a thrift store grifter of western suits Wringin' out three chords and the truth Like a washrag on the bar Every time I'm feeling down on my luck Think I might trade it in for a couple of bucks Here's some guy like Elon Musk Talkin' 'bout how we're all gonna get cyber trucks I think, "God, life must be easy when you're one of these dang rich Gentlemen" And I'm pretty sure that I prefer the
[Chorus] Vanlife, I been told this It's a fine life, I've been sold this It's a fine line 'tween having to and choosin' it Let's roll up, let's smoke 'er down It's a big rig, new town, same old night The whole world over Whole world over Sittin' sad and wonderin' why Meritocracy's a lie Oh, let's blow thisTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
