Gotta Go!

I think i may move to montana and buy some land
get good on this old banjo and join a band
shoot whiskey and sing songs
watch the sky and rip bongs
leave my worries in ohio
and concentrate on my goals
gettin high killin time
on the banks casting flies

baby i may head south of the border
change my name and forget this pain
leave behind you and the cinci rain
drink cold beer in an old cantina
lay low and find a senorita
shell speak no english but be real pretty
just the thought makes this place seem shitty
yes i think tomorrow il pack up and go
and bid you farewell from old mexico

Ima drift my lady to an island of my own
find company with the mermaids
and make this place my home
leave you there all alone
cause you lack the heart and soul to roam
adou il bid you
and il forget to miss you
soaking up the sun by the ocean blue