Hitchin' A Ride - Green Day

Letra de Hitchin' A Ride

(Lyric and music by Billie Joe Armstrong)

Video Audio

Hey mister, where you headed?

Are you in a hurry?

Need a lift to happy hour.

Say oh no.

Do you brake for distilled spirits?

I need a break as well.

The well that inebriates the guilt.

1, 2... 1, 2, 3, 4.

 

Cold turkey's getting stale, 

tonight I'm eating crow.

Fermented salmonella 

poison oak, no

There's a drought at the fountain of youth, 

and now I'm dehydrated.

My tongue is swelling up, 

I say 1, 2... 1, 2, 3, 4.

Troubled times, you know I cannot lie.

I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride.

There's a drought at the fountain of youth, 

and now I'm dehydrated.

My tongue is swelling up, 

I say... Shit!

Troubled times, you know I cannot lie.

I'm off the wagon and I'm hitchin' a ride.

(Don’t know where to go) Hitchin' a ride.

(Don’t know where to go) Hitchin' a ride.

(Don’t know where to go) Hitchin' a ride.

(Don’t know where to go) Hitchin' a ride.

(Don’t know where to go) Hitchin' a ride.

(Don’t know where to go) Hitchin' a ride.

(Don’t know where to go) Hitchin' a ride.

(Say birthday boys, hey)

Hitchin' A Ride acordes Green Day chords