B A G# G Hey mister, where you headed? B A G# G Are you in a hurry? B A G# G Need a lift to happy hour. B A G# G Say oh no. Do you brake for distilled spirits? I need a break as well. The well that inebriates the guilt. "One, two, one, two, three, four!" Cold turkey's getting stale Tonight I'm eating crow Fermented salmonella, poison oak, no There's a drought at the fountain of youth And I'm dehydrated My tongue is swelling up, I say "One, two, one, two, three, four!" Chorus: E F# B A G# G Troubled times, you know I can not lie. E F# I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride. There's a drought at the fountain of youth And I'm dehydrated My tongue is swelling up, I say... "Shit!" Chorus B D G F# I'm hitchin' a ride. I'm hitchin' a ride. I'm hitchin' a ride. I'm hitchin' a ride. I'm hitchin' a ride. I'm hitchin' a ride. I'm hitchin' a ride. | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA D E F# G G# B |