Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Johnathan Rice
Johnathan Rice
Acoustic Guitar
Brian Geltner
Brian Geltner
Drums
Jason Boesel
Jason Boesel
Drums
Farmer Dave Scher
Farmer Dave Scher
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Johnathan Rice
Johnathan Rice
Songwriter
Lewis
Lewis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Johnathan Rice
Johnathan Rice
Producer
Joshua Smith
Joshua Smith
Assistant Engineer
Jason Mott
Jason Mott
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Greg Calbi
Greg Calbi
Mastering Engineer
Jason Lader
Jason Lader
Recording Engineer
Farmer Dave Scher
Farmer Dave Scher
Producer

Lyrics

Well I took a camera on vacation To fit miami in a frame She didn't mind, she blew me kisses Said, "well what's your name?" I plan my dinner at the hotel But then my dinner plans got wrecked An investment banker started something So i broke his neck We're all stuck out in the desert And we're gonna die Wipe that sand and salt From your blistering eyes Well the polygraph needles were jumpin And my conscience edward fell asleep I can't trust myself to tell the secrets I was told to keep The fastest jackalope in texas He started runnin outta luck Bit by a snake Then he got hit by jimmy's semi-truck We're all stuck out in the desert And we're gonna die Wipe that sand and salt From your blistering eyes Well i know sometimes i get distracted America's so big and wide With her long white fingers she says "Hush, i'm not the marrying kind" My mind moves faster when i'm walkin My baby shoes are dipped in bronze I don't give a shit, she calls the shots That's how we get along We're all stuck out in the desert And we're gonna die Wipe that sand and salt From your blistering eyes
Writer(s): Johnathan Rice, Jenny Lewis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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