Champagne Tundra

Packed up, headed out for the summer sun
String bikinis and cut up shirts
For a long road trip out to PCB
Just to get burnt and lay on a beach
Hit the strip a couple dozen times
Waste a tank of gas to feel alive
And in the black smoke, blue lights
And straight pipes roaring

I seen this champaign Tundra
With the windows rolled down, soaked in rain, chasing beachside thunder
And sometimes I wonder
When the summer's over and the rubber hits the road, where you goin'?
Champaign Tundra
Champaign Tundra

In chaos, in a world full of tears
But the world stands still when it's boots on a pier
And everybody's at a bar, not remembering here
I'll be swinging these Wrangler boot cuts once a year
Riding white sand, blue sky, tank-top Shakespear
Smoked too many joints and drank too much beer
Laughed too damn hard, playing guitar louder
Getting kicked out those Regency Towers

Inside a champaign Tundra
With the windows rolled down, soaked in rain, chasing beachside thunder
And sometimes I wonder
When the summer's over and the rubber hits the road, where you goin'?
Champaign Tundra
Champaign Tundra
With the windows rolled down, chasing beachside thunder

The smell of the salt and a drink too strong
A weathered old Martin with the clear coat gone
Bending all six strings to them back then songs
'Til the whiskey don't help and my boys 'bout gone
Got the sand in a can of tobacco cut long
Wintergreen accent when I hold them doors
Sunset, eyes red, with a Boss shirt on
And it shows when I write about her

Champaign Tundra
With the windows rolled down, drenched in rain, chasing beachside thunder
And sometimes I wonder
When the summer's over and the rubber hits the road, where you goin'?
Champaign Tundra