Road Chops - Kyle Gass Band

The five-man travelin' band

Air-brushed tittes on a custom van

Hop on in and take a ride with me

You gotta girlfriend, well let her go

You can stay at home while she enjoys our show

All she really wants is to be free

Bein' in a rock-n-roll outfit’s the only way to be

And I’m sure you will see

That we got

Road chops

Eatin' jerky at the truck stop

Road chops

I got a fresh pair of socks

Road chops

From L.A. to the tip of Maine

Gotta make my way to Champaign

Our business king got a suite at the Super 8

Never pulls the blinds when he masturbates

Maid saw when she was walkin' by

Downgraded to a Motel 6

Bring some infrared and your detective kit

There’s stains not visible to the human eye

And playin' in a rock ‘n' roll outfit ain’t always what it seems

You got to listen to me

We got

Road chops

At the Cracker Barrel trinket shop

Road chops

Mmm, get my girl a plastic top

Road chops

I spent a dollar and a dime

I’m sure to have a good time

I met a girl in Alabama

And then I flew her into Tampa

And we booked a decent suite

There was nothin' much to do

So we ordered pay-per-view

Predator 3

And I wrote her a piece of music

If she don’t like it we can use it

It was a song about Predator 3 (Predator 3)

Turns out she didn’t like it, so now we’re gonna try it

And see where it leads

Oh, we got

Road chops

You gotta give it what you got

Road chops

Whoa, one on the floor

Road chops

Be careful where you stick it in

You’ll never know where it’s been

Come on!

You’ll never know where it’s been

You’ll never know where it’s been

Take one last look

At your home

Love that you

Leave alone

Said it’s long and hard

So long, hard

I said it’s long and hard

So long and hard