He's walking alone down a strip mall road in Daytona
All he's got to his name is his wallet and jeans and his phone
Two cold beers he's back on the road
The telephone rings his
Daughter's on the line
Members the time he bought her
That yellow Slip n' Slide
Thinks about his ex-wife
Things were good for a while
Two cold beers he's back on the road
He only knows
Where the good buzz goes
Like milk to the baby
Turkey to gravy
Got a beer and a breeze
A hotdog with cheese
He only knows
Where the good buzz goes
Dip in his lip
A glide in his stride
Nothing to do
Gonna go play poker at the VFW
He's pretty sure the moment
He went crazy
Is when he gunned
That Vietnamese family
They came outta nowhere on a mud path
Pulled that trigger couldn't take it back
That night he held the bottle like a baby
Weeping by that Vietnamese family
Sometimes he goes to the grocery store
Just to feel that cart rolling on the floor
It makes him feel like a human being
Two cold beers he's back on the road
He only knows
Where the good buzz goes
Where that Florida sunshine
Drips red as wine
Out on the pier
No need to fear if you see
Private first class Joe Mcgee
Out on the pier
Please shake his hand if you see
Private first class Joe Mcgee