Lyrics:
Me and the boys, we was playin’ a show down Colorado wayAnd when we realized they had legalized, well we thought we'd investigate
Cuz there ain’t nuthin’ better than a little adventure just to shore up band morale
At least till the singer does a few too many milligrams of mis-adventurin' somehow
We were met with a kid, he was born for his job, highly skilled and desirable
Who up till now the world had found to be totally unhireable
He knew the strengths and the names, every hybrid strain that modern science has allowed
He said you don’t have to take it, you don’t even gotta smoke it cuz they make it for ya edible now
I want that old familiar drunken feelin’
Washing over me this evening
I wanna be embraced like an old friend
Heart is racin’, mind is reelin’
That old familiar drunken feelin’
Something I can count on till the end
It's only noon, I'll be fine, showtime ain't till nine, I chewed and I told myself
But as the day wore on and on and on it all went rapidly to hell
I was high as a kite and it was freezin’ outside, I was terrified of people, too
Between shiverin' in the van and hidin' in the can cuz there wasn’t any dressing room
Playin’ a gig was the very last thing that I wanted on my mind
And the best advice that I got all night's when old Skinner did opine
He said don't try to fight it, yeah, you’re just gonna have to try to ride the rank bastard out
So, with that bit of wisdom and herbal terrorism, onstage I was freakin’ out
I want that old familiar drunken feelin’
Washing over me this evening
I wanna be embraced like an old friend
Heart is racin’, mind is reelin’
That old familiar drunken feelin’
Something I can count on till the end
I steeled myself and said, ‘what the hell?’ and proceeded to forget all the lines
It was endless and seemed like a fever dream, western hats and neon signs
So, in a desperate position, made the desperate decision that I'd handle this the cowboy way
Which is to pour enough whiskey on the problem till it catches on fire or it goes away
Shot after shot, just like I was taught, suppressed my feelings by all means
It was a mess I guess, but nonetheless a mess fairly well known to me
So, when the second set came, I was back on my game and here's what I'd recommend
If you think you're gonna die cuz you’re way too freakin' high just drown it all in Pendleton
I want that old familiar drunken feelin’
Washing over me this evening
I wanna be embraced like an old friend
Heart is racin’, mind is reelin’
That old familiar drunken feelin’
Something I can count on till the end
Quote
"An all too accurate account of being way too high on a gummy bear before a show in Colorado many years ago and having to drink my way out of it. It was all totally above board, the state had just legalized so it was kind of a novelty field trip for the band to visit the shiny new dispensary. Some songs are 'based on truth' but this happened EXACTLY as I sing it. Turns out weed ain't my thing. And eating it's even worse, it lasts forever. Fronting a band can occasionally be terrifying at the best of times, doing it high as a kite and super paranoid was hell on earth. When I started feeling like myself again in the second set after a bunch of cowboy whiskey I confessed to the audience what has happened and offered them all their money back! No one took me up on it. Bottom line? If this doesn't get me a Pendleton whisky endorsement I don't know what will." - Corb Lund
Binnenkort meer info over zijn nieuwe albu “El Frejo” 23 februari 2024
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