Well, we were rockin’ and a rollin’ down i-77
Through a little piece of land that I call heaven,
Hopin’ and a prayin’ we can keep it between the lines.
We stopped at Bojangles for biscuits and gravy,
I hop on through Charlotte cause I gots to see my baby, oh boy,
There’s nothin’ like Caroline.
Well the man at the border he gave me the order,
Said take a pound down to the south side of Florida,
And no funny business boys, you know we got a schedule to keep.
We’s avoidin’ 95, just tryin’ to stay alive,
South a Roanoke, I let my rider drive,
The sun was wakin’ up and we still ain’t had a wink of sleep.
Stuck outside Decatuer eatin’ nothin’ but tomatoes,
Says the man at the station, sounds like the alternator,
But where you boys headed, I got a cousin tryin’ to skip town.
So we cut the cousin in and hit the road again,
Our throats they was a dry and he said he had a friend,
We were 90 miles from Charlotte and we never put that bottle down.
Vowing that we must make Burlington or bust,
Livin’ on pills and pockets full of dust,
I ain’t had a bath since I left out the 704.
Oh but bless our souls, we couldn’t beat the snow
Got trapped in Albany, and we couldn’t play the toll,
We might a lost a shoe but at least we got our foot in the door.
[Thanks to Joshua Panda for lyrics]