• Songwriters: Sam Lucid, Owen Leonard, Brian Patrick Murray

Four more days until the sun comes up
Before his brand new job will fill his empty cup
Three more nights just to prove he's grown
He better send that letter back home

Two more friends that he's left for dead
I guess he didn't like the feeling of an empty head
One more smoke until the turkey's cold
He better find somebody he knows

Well every night he finds himself awake and thinks,
"Oh, great, I'm a junkie. I ain't got no money. Those Colorado girls in the Valley sure seem cool"
It could happen to you

One whole day since he's left the cot, now he's cooking up his dinners in a cooking pot
Two days out and nearly got no job, he better find somebody to rob
Three days out, now he's getting mad
Folks just never really seem to understand
Four more days until the sun comes up
He better find somebody to love

Well every night he finds himself awake and thinks,
"Oh, great, I'm a junkie. I ain't got no money. Those Colorado girls in the Valley sure seem cool"

And the girls say, "Rob me, Robbie, cuz I don't mind!"
"My boyfriend's outta town about a half of the time"
"Rob me, Robbie, gonna make you mine"
"We're gonna get you back in line"

"Rob me, Robbie, cuz I don't mind!"
"My boyfriend's outta town about a half of the time"
"Rob me, Robbie, gonna make you mine"
"We're gonna get you back in line"