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