There were twenty, maybe, of us Drivin' out to in a bus We were for a good time And a station we could trust.
we heard an angry thud And our mighty chariot into a dud We were stopped in our tracks, man Adjacent to some chewing their cud.
Lord, please send mercy down to me. 50 south of Bowling Green... This will never be my scene. Why does city start with 'C'? only one sure thing that I know: got to get out of Ohio! 'Til I'll never feel love.
They say that what you give is you're gonna get It's no wonder everything's to shit. Because they've us John Boehner, You better they've given us Jean Schmidt!
And the floodgates of have opened wide It's better to get all aside. gonna roll out Joe the Plumber Just to make sure our minds get fried.
Lord, be and let me die. 50 south of Lodi. Round on both and the middle's high. What's so great about a Whose might is and undertow There's no from Ohio. never get to feel love.
Hey! The walls are closing in, But I'm just of Michigan. The only way I'll obtain ya, Is if I get to Pennsylvania. Except for TV, V, and Nothing to redeem Ohio. It is the state that my love.
Hey! you want to come with me Hey! And make a break for Hey! I still got to put in ya Hey! But we'll to go to West Virginia. And I've heard great things Indiana, too.