Ode to The Bourbon Trail (2015) (feat. Kyla Gorey)

Friday work day goes slow Anticipating a southern drive through the bottom of Ohio We decide to find familiar in Cincinnati By sharing a few Asahi's and some long-lost half-price sushi We try to plan our upcoming days from a closet-sized rented room A space-heated place in a Bulgarian woman's home The next morning we awoke to no running water So we hit the road un-showered towards The bridges that reach over the Ohio, the Ohio into Kentucky The weekend extended by MLK gives us three days To taste, tour and explore the way bourbon is made Fermented scents and copper stills Sunny drives through Kentucky hills We slept in a haunted jailhouse dungeon Remolded from the 1800s Our insides warm from Kentucky hugs Our mouths numb from Kentucky chews We cut our last stop due to out overheating Subaru We approach the border reminiscing of our time On the Bourbon Trail, The Trail Goodbye Kentucky We've been so lucky to drink bourbon in Kentucky How lucky we are Goodbye Kentucky We've been so lucky to drink bourbon in Kentucky How lucky we are Goodbye Kentucky We've been so lucky to drink bourbon in Kentucky How lucky we are