Tryin'

Leaving on tour for weeks at a time

I'd bring my girl along but we'd probably lose our minds

Say our goodbyes as I go on my way

Her Good luck sounds like a curse to me

So I pack my bags, hit the road with the band

To make it to California, it'll cost a couple grand

My eyes are burning in the blinding sun

I stumble to the beach and I jump in

O o o why

Why do I keep on tryin'

Oo why

Why do I keep on tryin'

Warm gin washed down with my own sweat

The pills aren't working and we ain't made it halfway yet

The trailers swaying side to side rolling down I-5

These old vans aren't meant to live this long

O o o why

Why do I keep on tryin'

O o why

Why do I keep on tryin'

We're playing shows for fried chicken and free smokes

Stayin' in rundown motels, hanging with rundown folks

Spent all our money, sold some gear for a case of beer

That's why I'm stuck out here with an aching soul

She don't know, she's at home

O why

Why do I keep on tryin'

O why, why, why

Why do I keep on tryin'

O o o why

Why do I keep on tryin'

O o why why why

Why do I keep on tryin'