Willi Carlisle - Vanlife lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 suit's
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

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