Weekend with my buddies, fishing on the lake

Watching water-skiers doing tricks

Buddies bet me fifty that I couldn’t jump the wake

So I signed the waiver, strapped on my lifesaver, and said

 

I got this, yeah I got this

But when I said I got this, it was not this

This fractured bone

This little too much much testosterone 

When I said I got this, it was not this

 

Weekend with my buddies down in Mexico

Wound up late at night, some little dive

Flaming shots and red hot peppers laid out a row

Barkeep had them lined up, so of course I signed up, and said

 

I got this, yeah I got this

But when I said I got this, it was not this

This brain that’s fried

This snake tattoo on my backside

When I said I got this

It was not this

 

This much I hold as true

Sometimes you gotta stand up

But seems that when I do

When I’ve raise my hand up

Every time I’ve manned up, and said

 

I got this, yeah I got this

When I said I got this, it was not this

This Vegas run

This maybe had a little too much fun

This pounding head

This how’d she wind up in my bed

It’s all a blur

But what do you mean I married her?

When I said I got this, it ws not this

No it was definitely not--not this

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Recorded at Wild Sound Studios, Minneapolis

Pete Johnson, Drums

Richard Kriehn, Guitar and Base

Harmonica, Clint Hoover

Tim O'Brien, Vocal

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