We were on our way to flagstaff

Driving up that windy road

With two roadworthy vehicles

And one hellacious load

Somehow they fell behind us

We thought we'd meet them there

But here we are in flagstaff

And the van's christ knows where

And i'm still wondering where those bastards are

They're probably swilling in some sedona bar

I think i'll have a cigarette and i'll sit here on the car

'cause i'm still wondering where those bastards are

Well they didn't bother calling

They knew just where we'd be

The band was told to start at nine

And now it's ten-fifteen

If we don't get set up and play

The bar will close its doors

Then we'll have to pay for our way home

By sweeping up the floors

But i'm still wondering where those bastards are

They're probably swilling in some sedona bar

I think i'll have a cigarette and i'll sit here on the car

'cause i'm still wondering where those bastards are

The owner told us flatly

We won't play here again

Until hell freezes over,

Perhaps not even then

Well it's time to leave this empty bar

It's closing anyway

You might say we're shit out of luck

But all that i can say is...

I'm still wondering where those bastards

They're probably swilling in some sedona bar

I think i'll have a cigarette and i'll sit here on the car

'cause i'm still wondering where those bastards are.


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