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West bound and down
Buttered up and truckin'
We're gonna do what they say can't be done
We've got a long way to go
And a short time to get there
West bound on that Butter Monsoon Run
(Jeff:)
Keep your foot hard on the pedal, son
Never mind the brakes
Let it all hang out because we've got a show to make
They're thirsty in Nevada
And there's beer in Colorado
We'll bring it back no matter what it takes
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(Nat:)
It was a Friday night in Denver
The meltdown was a rage
The psychedelic music meld across the double stage
Two bands upon two stages
A party for the ages
With Monsoon trading licks across the way
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(Ben:)
Then over to the Aggie
And on down to Whiskey Jacque's
We threw it down and mixed it up the way we always do
In Hailey we were chillin'
With Cassady and Dylan
Then off to hit the road and push on through
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(Phil:)
On the road to old Hood River
Through the snowy vapor trails
That two-lane blacktop highway swirled into a dusky veil
Then drivin' hard to Eugene
Oh man, the places we've seen,
And no one yet has even gone to jail!
(Bo:)
Meanwhile at the W.O.W. Hall
We reached a fever pitch
The candles and the pickers and the people they were lit
Up all night in Seattle
To make those rafters rattle
That ride to Portland's bound to be a bitch!
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(Bo:)
Over to Bend Oregon
We traveled through the rain
We rolled into the Domino just like a circus train
But they're waiting at the Fillmore
Those hometown folks that we adore
That auditorium just went insane!
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