Willi Carlisle - Vanlife

[Verse 1]
Well, I quit my job making minimum wage
I look fairly well twice and act half my age
I'm looking for somewhere that can handle the rage
Of a young man on the run
With rarely paid taxes and shitty insurance
A glove box full of summons and warrants
A finely-tuned wish that things were that weren't
You could say I was lookin' for fun
So I bought an '01 red Dodge Ram
Bought two pints of whiskey and a thirty of Hamm's
Now I'm peein' in bottles and eatin' from cans
But ya can't call me homeless, friends, 'cause I live in a van
They call it

[Chorus]
Vanlife, I been told this
It's a fine life, I've been sold this
It's a fine line between having to and choosin' it
Let's roll up, lеt's blow this

[Verse 2]
Well, the 7-Elevеn's a sure bellyache
I subsist on a mere wake-and-bake
Talladega to Chicago's lakes
I'll take your largest queso
And all the girls from Chickamauga to Passamaquoddy
Speak enviously of my van's rusty body
This old thing might just be a Bugatti
The way I get it to sixty from zero
Yeah, I'm sixty miles of Fargo on a northern track
I'm burnin' rubber, no lookin' back
Pushin' that thang like a maniac
I get tipped out like a stripper, in singles and crack, oh
I wish someone would fund Amtrak
Instead, it's the

[Chorus]
Vanlife, I been told this
It's a fine life, I've been sold this
It's a fine line between having to and choosin' it
Let's roll up, let's blow this

[Verse 3]
Well, the south of St. Louis can be a lil' gritty
It's a far cry from Seattle's tent cities
All in all, life's pretty pretty
From the Starship Enterprise
Still a guy with a house and a big old lawn
Thinks his block's too good for me to park on
And bangs on my door with a letter that tells
About a thousand ways he can make my life hell
And he's worse than the guy who put a brick through my glass
And robbed me blind and siphoned the gas
At least I know that guy needed it bad
Oh, I wish that old boy well
In the meantime a cop is bangin' my door
Tellin' me I can't park here no more
What do you do, friends, what do ya say?
Gotta rev up the engine and drive away
Chalk it up to the

[Chorus]
Vanlife, I been told this
It's a fine life, I've been sold this
It's a fine line between having to and choosin' it
Let's roll up, let's blow this

[Verse 4]
Well, it's a sexy kinda lifestyle for certain folks
Fractal highways, friends like smoke
It all goes up and you end up alone
It's like the internet is your real home
Call of the wild, call of the road
The endless search for a clean commode
I'm a trucker of emotive payloads
Backed up on guitar
Yeah, I'm a public park patron, library sleuth
I'm a thrift store grifter of western suits
Wringin' out three chords and the truth
Like a washrag on the bar
Every time I'm feeling down on my luck
Think I might trade it in for a couple of bucks
Here's some guy like Elon Musk
Talkin' 'bout how we're all gonna get cyber trucks
I think, "God, life must be easy when you're one of these dang rich
Gentlemen"
And I'm pretty sure that I prefer the

[Chorus]
Vanlife, I been told this
It's a fine life, I've been sold this
It's a fine line 'tween having to and choosin' it
Let's roll up, let's smoke 'er down
It's a big rig, new town, same old night
The whole world over
Whole world over
Sittin' sad and wonderin' why
Meritocracy's a lie
Oh, let's blow this