[Verse 1]
Drunk at the Meskwaki casino
Right where God intended me to be
Looking up at the one man in this room
Who's handled more cocaine than me

Think back to the good times just an hour or so ago
Before I got myself this drunk
When the valet parked my rented Mitsubishi
With a beat-up old brown suitcase in the trunk

[Chorus]
Full of firearms and flash drives
Full of passports
And international money orders
For just in case I make it cross the border

[Verse 2]
Get a postcard from the gift shop
Let my family know I'm doing fine
Looking up at a map up on the ceiling
To find the place where we all meet up further on down the line

Head back to my table
Get another scotch and soda for the road
The band on stage is really working up a head of steam
Close my eyes and lean my head back, dream a little dream
[Chorus]
Full of firearms and flash drives
Full of passports
And international money orders
For just in case I make it cross the border