| God damn, we’re in for it now boys
|
| State lines used to mark the borders
|
| We’re making our way one highway at a time
|
| Avoiding tolls has turned this two hour trip into a nine hour drive
|
| Hot boxing in the dead of summer
|
| Legs dead in this captains chair
|
| It’s like a fucking head trip
|
| And I can’t breathe in this Carolina air
|
| Staying up, all day all night
|
| Word is, there’s a party on broad street
|
| Another night in another Walmart
|
| I can’t stand this Mississippi heat
|
| Here we are day one its a million degrees
|
| Loading in
|
| Its a sin
|
| But this’ll work for me
|
| In walks this kid without his shoes
|
| He says he’s here for the show
|
| Sorry kid, one Chris Drew is enough for this world
|
| We made out way down south let it finally begin
|
| Day 9, Tennessee
|
| I think we’ve finally made friends
|
| And now I’m dreading this twenty hour ride back home
|
| Hot boxing in the dead of summer
|
| Legs dead in this captains chair
|
| It’s like a fucking head trip
|
| And I can’t breathe in this Carolina air
|
| Staying up, all day all night
|
| Word is, there’s a party on broad street
|
| Another night in another Walmart
|
| I can’t stand this Mississippi heat
|
| Keep your head up, kid
|
| Just cause you couldn’t make it this time around
|
| We’ll see you next season
|
| Just gimme one reason
|
| By the next snow fall we’ll be headed out west again!
|
| Here we are day one its a million degrees
|
| Loading in
|
| Its a sin
|
| But this’ll work for me
|
| In walks this kid without his shoes
|
| He says he’s here for the show
|
| Sorry kid, one Chris Drew is enough for this world
|
| We made out way down south let it finally begin
|
| Day 9, Tennessee
|
| I think we’ve finally made friends
|
| And now I’m dreading this twenty hour ride back home |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Head up, Kid! , by - Major League. Song from the album The Truth Is..., in the genre Альтернатива