Two Weeks
I wanna show you some place cold
Some place I like to call home
It's some place way way way up north
Where all that rain just turns to snow
You come back up feeling fine
There's a couple dead presidents still alive
You rally up just to ride I guess
Nothing like coming back home again
Where I'm drunk for two weeks
Did you really have a plan in mind?
Drunk for two weeks with some really good friends of mine
I wanna show you some place cold
Some place I like to call home
It's some place way way way up north
Where all that rain just turns to snow
You come back up feeling fine
There's a couple dead presidents still alive
You rally up just to ride I guess
Nothing like coming back home again
Where I'm drunk for two weeks
Did you really have a plan in mind?
Drunk for two weeks with some really good friends of mine
I wanna show you some place cold
Some place the bars don't ever close
All them pretty women just drinking by your side now
Several familiar faces in this crowd
You come back up feeling fine
There's a couple dead presidents still alive
You rally up just to ride I guess
Nothing like coming back home again
Where I'm drunk for two weeks
Did you really have a plan in mind?
Drunk for two weeks with some really good friends of mine
Some place I like to call home
It's some place way way way up north
Where all that rain just turns to snow
You come back up feeling fine
There's a couple dead presidents still alive
You rally up just to ride I guess
Nothing like coming back home again
Where I'm drunk for two weeks
Did you really have a plan in mind?
Drunk for two weeks with some really good friends of mine
I wanna show you some place cold
Some place I like to call home
It's some place way way way up north
Where all that rain just turns to snow
You come back up feeling fine
There's a couple dead presidents still alive
You rally up just to ride I guess
Nothing like coming back home again
Where I'm drunk for two weeks
Did you really have a plan in mind?
Drunk for two weeks with some really good friends of mine
I wanna show you some place cold
Some place the bars don't ever close
All them pretty women just drinking by your side now
Several familiar faces in this crowd
You come back up feeling fine
There's a couple dead presidents still alive
You rally up just to ride I guess
Nothing like coming back home again
Where I'm drunk for two weeks
Did you really have a plan in mind?
Drunk for two weeks with some really good friends of mine
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Writer(s): Michael Frieman
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