Skip to content
Lyric
Dive
Public playlists
My playlists
Search
Sign in
Shit Shots Count
Drive‐By Truckers
Popularity · Moderate
+
🇬🇧 English · Original
0
0
Listen
YouTube
1
2
3
0:00 / 0:00
Loading YouTube player...
Lyrics offset
Synced
Lyrics
Original
Translation
Bilingual
Put your cigarette out and put your hat back on
Don't mix up which is which
They don't pay you enough to work
They don't pay me enough to bitch
The boss ain't as smart as he'd like to be
But he ain't nearly as dumb as you think
He just wants evolution on budget with the schedule to keep
Suburban four lanes move like blood through an old mans dying heart
Enough at a time to keep hope alive at the speed of a stream of tar
He bought in young and I've no doubt, he's gonna cash out with a winning deal
Trophy tail wives taking boner pill rides for the price of a happy meal
Shit shots count, if the table’s tilted
Just pay the man who levels the floor
Pride's what you charge a proud man for having
Shame is what you sell to a whore
Meats just meat and it’s all born dying
Some is tender and some is tough
Somebody’s gotta mop up the A-1
Somebody’s gotta mop up the blood
High ground ain’t high enough to kill you quick if you fall
Idealistically speaking, it sounds like you ain’t listening at all
Friday night rich is all you’re ever gonna be
Until the fight in you on Monday’s gone
One more drag, tuck your hair in your hat
Don’t act so surprised, and try not to look so lost
Shit shots count, if the table’s tilted
Just pay the man who levels the floor
Pride's what you charge a proud man for having
Shame is what you sell to a whore
Meats just meat and it’s all born dying
Some is tender and some is tough
Somebody’s gotta mop up the A-1
Somebody’s gotta mop up the blood