Lyrics

Pre-Mo got a call one rainy night, somewhere out in L A
We could tell by the look on his face something had changed that day
The one he'd never gotten over was waiting back down South
So we loaded up the touring bus and pointed her eastbound out

Now we're rolling through the desert with a map that makes no sense
One Goth Cowboy says go left, another says head west
The drummer swears he knows a shortcut, we've heard that one before
Three hours later we're eating pie in a town we're sure we've seen before

We're cruisin', cruisin' on down the road
Trying to get Pre-Mo back home
Cruisin', cruisin' on down the road
Before somebody loses their phone
Come on, let's go cruisin', not a cloud up in the sky
Give this old bus a tailwind and she'll think she's learned to fly
Cruisin', cruisin' on down the road
Getting Pre-Mo back to his love

The bass player lost his sunglasses somewhere in New Mexico
The guitar player found a roadside zoo and didn't want to go
Our merch guy bought a rattlesnake made out of chrome and steel
And somehow all of this nonsense seemed like a pretty good deal

One night parked beside a truck stop underneath a billion stars
Pre-Mo sat there smiling while strumming on his guitar
He said, Boys, I think this time I'm gonna finally get it right
We said, Then let's keep rolling till we see Alabama lights

We're cruisin', cruisin' on down the road
Trying to get Pre-Mo back home
Cruisin', cruisin' on down the road
Before somebody loses their phone
Come on, let's go cruisin', not a cloud up in the sky
Give this old bus a tailwind and she'll think she's learned to fly
Cruisin', cruisin' on down the road
Getting Pre-Mo back to his love

We've played a thousand little bars and slept in parking lots
Broken strings and busted speakers, we've seen quite a lot
But every one of us agreed as we crossed that county line
Some things matter more than making showtime

We're cruisin', cruisin' on down the road
Trying to get Pre-Mo back home
Cruisin', cruisin' on down the road
Singing every word we know
Come on, let's go cruisin', not a cloud up in the sky
Give this old bus a tailwind and she'll think she's learned to fly
Cruisin', cruisin' on down the road
Getting Pre-Mo back to his love

If we miss a gig in Memphis, well, that's just how it goes
'Cause tonight the Goth Cowboys are following their bro
Cruisin' on down the road