To Winnipeg, Saskatoon
Eutaw, Wawa, empty room
Hiding bags, rolling smokes
Skipping punchlines, cracking jokes
So pour it on, toss it back
Play that cocaine, play that shack
Sleeping every now and then
Curled up tight with Grit and Ben on the ground
I ain't never going home again
I was tugging at my mama's breast
The first year really is the best
His blood pressure's dropping down
We ditched the pot and we marked the ground
Ante up and watch him ride
Check that dude, he almost died
Seeing bears, ascending clown
Shut our whole damn circus down
Crapping up in Joliet
We haven't wrecked the trailer yet
But we will
We're gonna get killed
Don't ride that horse
Don't ride that horse, honey
Don't ride that horse back home
Just let him roam
Let him roam
