From the Big Rig Double 10" LP



A half hour out on the trail

The pirate ship bailey had hardly set sail

When the finest in law said we're outta control,

they cuffed me and threw me in jail

It just doesn't get any better,

There isn't a captain there's only a crew

The storms we weather together, 

the places we've been and the things that we do 

Well in Italy someone stabbed Joe

Morale on the ship it had sunk mighty low

Stitches in place he was back on the bass

and we only missed one fishbone Show!

And it just doesn't get any better,

there isn't a captain there's only a crew

The storms we weather together, 

the places we've been and the things that we do

Trips to, St Louis, Lawrence, and Austin 

 San Diego, Atlanta and don't forget Boston

We travel and travel and we start to unravel 

Chewing up pavement and spittin' out gravel

Sometimes the shit hits the fan

and sometimes the shit it gets way out of hand

Sure it's berserk but it beats honest work

and it's great work to get if you can!

Who knows where we're headed next?

Not sure if anyone checked

The only thing I know is wherever we go 

we leave the place thoroughly wrecked (2x)

Travel, travel, we're starting to unravel

as we travel down the road, we'reready to explode

Keep the spirits up with a smile,

as we walk another mile, cause when the journey ends,

we'll still be the best of friends