Headin' down 41, Escanaba way State fair talent contest, we're gonna play Shock rock, dogs and ponies and barbershop But at the end of the night, our band came out on top. Load up the gear, pack up and go, drivin' all night, through the ice and snow Plug in the amps and fire up the lights, we're kickin' out the jams tonight Gasoline shortage, fill up the wagon in time Enough to get me back across the Marquette County Line A dive bar in Hurley, Wisconsin, then down to Green Bay Hurry back home we got a gig in Negaunee to play Reunion at the Northwoods, a weekend at the C & P Say what you want, we can cut it in any key My ears are ringing, my voice is shot, the horn section's workin' on a new blood clot That Fender Rhodes weighs a ton or more, the Leslie speaker won't fit through the door Pullin' away, after the bar shuts down their sign Three a.m, across the Marquette County Line Friday night, we're playing at the Crossroads Bar Loading a U-Haul trailer, and our parents' cars Lakeview Arena, how we gonna fill that hall The Marquette City Bandshell, that was a ball Turn up the guitar, play what we want, this here's a bar, not a restaurant Sweatin' and singin' for four hours straight, then we're back in the business of hauling freight Twenty dollars each for four hours playin' time Then scramble back home, across the Marquette County Line It was so many years ago, things were different then But if I had the chance, I'd do it all over again We played the music, big and brassy and loud Givin' it all we got, playin' for the crowd If I won the lottery, here's what I'd do, rent me a studio, gear it up too Fly everybody back to our home town, work up the songs, and get word around Rock out at the island bandshell one last time Get me back home, across the Marquette County Line