A Road Song

We're still in Wisconsin as far as I know
 Today was Green Bay and tomorrow Chicago
 Wish I was lying, but there isn't much to report
 My phone is dying, so I've got to keep it short
 I just wanted to say hey
 I've been writing you a road song
 It's a cliché, but hey
 That doesn't make it so wrong
 And in between the stops at the Cracker Barrel
 And forty movies with Will Ferrell
 I need some way to occupy my time
 So I'm writing you a road song
 I sure hope you don't mind
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 I bought you a light blue T-shirt last night
 From some band I couldn't stand
 But their logo's alright
 Some kid threw a bottle on stage
 He had an arm like a pro
 I know it's getting late
 I guess I should let you go
 But did I happen to say hey?
 I've been writing you a road song
 Don't run away, 'cause hey
 I promise it won't be too long
 I know it's not what you call necessary
 And I know that I'm no Steve Perry
 But even if you roll your eyes and groan
 I'm still writing you a road song
 That you can call your own