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Our van is white and kind of like Smigel
An orange light sits atop as a beacon
(we can't turn it on -- it is illegal)
Holes in the floor, the rooftop is leakin'.

Upholstery: there's none of it inside
Tho we duct taped down some cheapo carpet
Five dudes in 10 square feet, no place to hide
I believe our cooler smells like armpit.

The back benches were welded to the floor
It was originally for cargo
We replaced an axle at the car store
No LED for clock or radio.

No CD nor tape deck for our pleas… Continue

Being on tour is a unique experience. You live in a crappy van where taking a nap, talking on the phone and stretching your legs out between the piles of banjos and spilled Cheerio boxes are all colossal feats of mental fortitude. When you tell that friendly someone at the Bucks General Store gas station that you are in a band and out on tour, their parting words are invariably 'Well, have a great road trip,' and it's all you can do to keep from going a little nuts: 'Do you think I'm the kind of… Continue