Head up, Kid! - Major League

God damn, we’re in for it now boys

State lines used to mark the borders

We’re making our way one highway at a time

Avoiding tolls has turned this two hour trip into a nine hour drive

Hot boxing in the dead of summer

Legs dead in this captains chair

It’s like a fucking head trip

And I can’t breathe in this Carolina air

Staying up, all day all night

Word is, there’s a party on broad street

Another night in another Walmart

I can’t stand this Mississippi heat

Here we are day one its a million degrees

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Its a sin

But this’ll work for me

In walks this kid without his shoes

He says he’s here for the show

Sorry kid, one Chris Drew is enough for this world

We made out way down south let it finally begin

Day 9, Tennessee

I think we’ve finally made friends

And now I’m dreading this twenty hour ride back home

Hot boxing in the dead of summer

Legs dead in this captains chair

It’s like a fucking head trip

And I can’t breathe in this Carolina air

Staying up, all day all night

Word is, there’s a party on broad street

Another night in another Walmart

I can’t stand this Mississippi heat

Keep your head up, kid

Just cause you couldn’t make it this time around

We’ll see you next season

Just gimme one reason

By the next snow fall we’ll be headed out west again!

Here we are day one its a million degrees

Loading in

Its a sin

But this’ll work for me

In walks this kid without his shoes

He says he’s here for the show

Sorry kid, one Chris Drew is enough for this world

We made out way down south let it finally begin

Day 9, Tennessee

I think we’ve finally made friends

And now I’m dreading this twenty hour ride back home