Let's pack our bags and go to Florida for the winter And meet ourselves some real nice folks A little on the older side, and little on hope We'll hold their hands as they walk across the street Help 'em wipe their goddamn ass And when they're all fast asleep steal their medicine cabinet Take it back home for the kids to go to school Make enough damn dough to burn a wet bank mule I'm in between jobs with nothing to do Girl, it's vacation time
It's honest work, I mean it's honestly a hassle Folks get madder than fire If they catch you in the witching hour Trying to steal their copper wire But if we get it, got a cousin at the scrapyard Aunt Betty raised a goddamn saint! He always offers top dollar He's always giving me a fair shake We oughta save a little while we're still around We gotta keep ourselves busy as we're coming down And it sure beats diggin' underneath the ground Savin' vacation time
Ain't hard, I taught Junior how to do it And he's touched in the head, dark child Blames it on the drug use, honey What does he know anyhow? Takes a little honest work But pretty much cooks itself I got a buddy on the mountain having Trouble keepin' it on the shelf And if we turn a profit, don't you worry, boo We'll put a couple good snorts back for me and you It'll keep you tweakin', keep ya going through Till we get vacation time
Compositor: Timothy Tyler Childers (Tyler Childers) ECAD: Obra #29141411