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Me and the boys, we was playin' a show down Colorado way And when we realized they had legalized Well, we thought we'd investigate Cuz there ain't nuthin' better than a little adventure Just to shore up band morale At least till the singer does a few too many milligrams Of mis-adventurin' somehow We were met with a kid, he was born for his job Highly skilled and desirable Who up till now the world had found to be totally unhireable He knew the strengths and the names Every hybrid strain that modern science has allowed He said you don't have to toke it You don't even gotta smoke it cuz they make it for ya edible now I want that old familiar drunken feelin' Washing over me this evening I wanna be embraced like an old friend Heart is racin', mind is reelin' That old familiar drunken feelin' Something I can count on till the end It's only noon, I'll be fine, showtime ain't till nine I chewed and I told myself But as the day wore on and on and on it all went rapidly to hell I was high as a kite and it was freezin' outside I was terrified of people, too Between shiverin' in the van and hidin' in the can Cuz there wasn't any dressing room Playin' a gig was the very last thing that I wanted on my mind And the best advice that I got all night's when old Skinner did opine He said don't try to fight it Yeah, you're just gonna have to try to ride the rank bastard out So, with that bit of wisdom and herbal terrorism Onstage I was freakin' out I want that old familiar drunken feelin' Washing over me this evening I wanna be embraced like an old friend Heart is racin', mind is reelin' That old familiar drunken feelin' Something I can count on till the end I steeled myself and said, 'What the hell?' And proceeded to forget all the lines It was endless and seemed like a fever dream Western hats and neon signs So, in a desperate position, made the desperate decision That I'd handle this the cowboy way Which is to pour enough whiskey on the problem Till it catches on fire or it goes away Shot after shot, just like I was taught Suppressed my feelings by all means It was a mess I guess, but nonetheless a mess fairly well known to me So, when the second set came I was back on my game and here's what I'd recommend If you think you're gonna die cuz you're way too freakin' high Just drown it all in Pendleton I want that old familiar drunken feelin' Washing over me this evening I wanna be embraced like an old friend Heart is racin', mind is reelin' That old familiar drunken feelin' Something I can count on till the end
Writer(s): Corb Lund Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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