Drake Like Charo

Lyrics

Exit 117 Food, lodging, and gas Real graves of cowboy Bill And postcards from the last time you saw The thing and told a friend And the mid-west became a hoax again Barbed wire on the roads make me believe That you and I will be free Boys shot police dogs to get high off the buzz Knew they were rebels What has this town become? Argue about the stars From the passenger cars Yeah, it should be a sin Exit 117 Food, lodging, and gas Real graves of cowboy Bill And postcards from the last time you saw The thing and told a friend And the mid-west became a hoax again Barbed wire on the roads make me believe That you and I will be freed