Lyrics
Drunk at the Meskwaki casino
Right where God intended me to be
Looking up at the one man in this room
Who's handled more cocaine then me
Think back on the good times just an hour or so ago
Before I got myself this drunk
When the valet parked my rented Mitsubishi
With a beat up old brown suitcase in the trunk
Full of firearms and flash drives
Full of passports
And international money orders
For just in case I make it cross the border
Get a postcard from the gift shop
Let my family know I'm doing fine
Looking up at a map up on the ceiling
To find the place where we all meet up further on down the line
Head back to my table
Get another scotch and soda for the road
The band on stage is really working off a head of steam
Close my eyes and lean my head back, dream a little dream
Full of firearms and flash drives
Full of passports
And international money orders
For just in case I make it cross the border
