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Hmmmmm...
Rollin' down the road
Goin' nowhere
Guitar packed in the trunk
Somewhere 'round mile marker 112
Papa started hummin' da funk
I got a jones in my bones
Before we know, we be singing this melody
Stopped the car, pulled out the guitar
Halfway to New Orleans

Said take me ho-whoa-oh-ome
Take me ho-whoa-oh-ome

Could feel the sun about to rise
When I realized we had nothing to fear
It's just me and my daddy and a kid named Cope
makin music that nobody would hear
And then the sun let up and it spent the night
Spillin' over our jubilee