Atlantic City (Live) (Feat. Brady Watt)
O.A.R.
4:12There was a man on the road 'bout an hour ago And he went looking for a ride to New Mexico We was driving by Way too fast to know Without your place on a high speed chase I seen my girlie in the corner with a plastic face And then she disappeared without a trace I say without a trace Now we're sitting back and sipping beers And there's a man telling stories about his inner fears We was all choked up and too close to tears So we moved on up to a couple margaritas I made a couple faces at a couple señoritas Playing drinking games, but I'm too dumb to be here Well now, my car broke down about an (hour ago) We were heading on down to (New Mexico) But we didn't... we did not see that the gas was low Hey, hey, the gas was low The gas was low So low So low I almost lost my soul Out on this long dusty road A couple of years ago I don't know, I do not know If I am ever gone get this slow I better pick it up, pick up the pace Gotta get their before the end of the race I gotta get my ribbon, gotta know that, got there first Man I didn't get last I'm gonna get home in after the call I got the storm coming in and I don't know when I'm gonna find my way and better get home Gotta be there before the morn Hey I should take my time, then we'll lay back a while And imma get the quick Show my style and the air got thick And amma be home before the show, gonna begin in an hour or so