If There Is a God, I Hope She Kept the Receipt

by The Can-Do Attitude

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My blood soaked in the desert dirt, I've never felt so blessed Coyotes howlin' in the mountains and some demons in my chest I grabbed the nearest boy down to the ground I asked him for a light He said I think you need some water; I said I think you need a fight 'Cause I'm a cowboy Big fuckin' cowboy More pious than a preacher's son, you're looking at a saint Close my eyes and pray to Jesus "Lord please tell me my fate" I drink and gamble like the chosen one, not one to overrate When I get back upon my feet you'll see the people adulate This cowboy Big fuckin' cowboy Mama, she loved me. She bought me my gun Now she watches me from heaven, I was always mama's son I serve my family with pride, you might say I'm offended easily Never looking for a fight they seem to come naturally To a cowboy Big fuckin' cowboy
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Apparently you can't play golf without those perfect greens And we choose Phoenix and Las Vegas just to make it more obscene I'm sure it's fun, I'm sure it's fun, but do we really need eighteen? One hundred fallow acres for rich man fraternity Let's burn it down and dig it up Let's burn it down and dig it up I've never been to Augusta National I'm never going to Augusta National It fills me with disgust and alcohol to watch these fucks go out and smash a ball I'm never going to Augusta National We've made more kids than sandwiches since descending from the trees But I think we can eclipse it by 2019 I really doubt that we can finish them. Oh I don't believe One hundred fallow acres to entomb what we don't eat Let's burn it down and dig it up Let's burn it down and dig it up I've never been to Augusta National I'm never going to Augusta National It fills me with disgust and alcohol to watch these fucks go out and smash a ball I'm never going to Augusta National The dead they don't say anything buried beneath the trees In their boxes under monuments with grass that grows between I doubt we're crowded while we're shrouded oh I bet we're quite carefree One hundred fallow acres to preserve a memory Let's burn it down and dig it up Let's burn it down and dig it up I've never been to Augusta National I'm never going to Augusta National It fills me with disgust and alcohol to watch these fucks go out and smash a ball I'm never going to Augusta National
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Build a road, make it wide, tie a bow - countryside! And lubricate it with bacon grease String some lights, build a circle, name it "Sir," after the colonel Even though it's probably elliptical We stay busy We work real hard We stay busy And we work real hard Another way? That's not important. If you see it, guess it's working If I'm honest I've been mostly comfortable I read some books I do my best; well, more like I acquiesce But seriously I get pretty busy So busy I work real hard We stay busy And we work real hard Build a road, make it wide, tie a bow - countryside! This time really scrub around the edges String some lights, build a square, name it "Sir," after the heir Even though it's probably rectangular We stay busy We work real hard We stay busy And we work real hard
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The people on the show They always seem aglow The people on the show I wonder what they know The people on the show They always seem aglow The people on the show I wonder who they owe The people at the top They don't know when to stop The people at the top They never have to mop The people on the show They always seem aglow The people on the show I wonder what they know Hey, who cares, get paid
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I may be fast or I may be slow I'd rather never test and I'd rather never know Just where I stand or where I fall Don't make that make that make that call Sappy victory songs are trying I'll be happy long as I'm Draggin' my toes across the finish line Draggin' my toes across the finish line Draggin' my toes across the finish line I may be last and I may be small I'd rather have panache even if I miss the ball And if you race for victory Don't wait don't wait don't wait for me Here we are now, entertain us Don't be shy I won't be nameless Draggin' my toes across the finish line Draggin' my toes across the finish line Draggin' my toes across the finish line I may be crass but I may be fun Don't mind getting passed if we party when it's done I've made more friends behind the pack Be late be late be late fall back A toast to all the winless souls Who dance and banter as we go Draggin' our toes across the finish line Draggin' our toes across the finish line Draggin' our toes across the finish line
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Look up now, take it from me What you want now, if you believe Silver trout and old chestnut trees From Gilman to the South Aral Sea And if we take it, so what If we make it, so what If we break it, so what We can fake the short run And if we take it, so what If we make it, so what If we break it, so what We can fake the short run Stock up now, listen to thieves Prep your house, don't change what could be Underground - the new destiny Underground doesn't do much for me And if we take it, so what If we make it, so what If we break it, so what We can fake the short run And if we take it, so what If we make it, so what If we break it, so what We can fake the short run Look up now, listen to me What you want now, if we achieve Silver trout and old chestnut trees From Gilman to the South Aral Sea And if we take it, so what If we make it, so what If we break it, so what We can fake the short run If we take it, so what If we make it, so what If we break it, so what We can fake the short run The fish in the bowl never worry about the sharks The ones in the ocean must have missed Noah's fucking ark Live your life as a chicken or a thoroughbred Otherwise you're free, but you're probably gonna end up dead At the top with our nasty little brains The power to love or lead a cost effective fast food chain Oh we're probably gonna end up dead
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credits

released December 14, 2018

The Can-Do Attitude is:
Ryan Gilchrist
N. Lee May
Colin Steers
Brian Wilson

Recorded on August 25-26, 2018 at
Blue Sprocket Sound ★ Harrisonburg, Virginia
Engineered & Mixed by Gordon Davies
Analog Mastering by Christopher Leva
Above & Beyond Mastering Studio ★ Shipman, Virginia
Produced by Jesse Fiske
All songs written by The Can-Do Attitude except:
"Stagecoach Take Flight" by N. Lee May
Lyrics by N. Lee May
Artwork by Steve Haske

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