Call It A Day

[Verse 1]  
Woke up in a ditch with a mouth full of gravel,  
Blood on my buckle and one boot still travelin’.  
Last thing I remember was a barstool rebellion,  
Some cowboy’s old lady said I needed some healin’.  

I told her “Darlin’, salvation’s on backorder,  
And heaven ain’t takin’ applications no more.”  
Got a warrant in three counties, a curse on my name,  
And a devil on my shoulder screamin’ “Play the game.”

[Chorus]  
If we don’t die tonight, let’s drink this beer  
And call it a day, call it a year.  
No promises, no prayers, no white flags wavin’,  
Just cold ones sweatin’ while we’re still breathin’.  
If the reaper shows up with his scythe in his fist,  
We’ll toast the bastard, say “You missed.”  
If we don’t die, let’s drink this beer  
And call it a goddamn beautiful day right here.

[Verse 2]  
Truck’s in the impound with four flat tires,  
Ex-wife’s got the house and the dog and the fires.  
My lawyer’s on vacation in the Caymans somewhere,  
And the judge said next time it’s twenty-to-life in a chair.  

But I still got this bottle and a half-pack of smokes,  
And a story ’bout a knife fight nobody wrote.  
Ain’t askin’ forgiveness, ain’t lookin’ for grace,  
Just one more round before they close the place.

[Chorus]  
If we don’t die tonight, let’s drink this beer  
And call it a day, call it a year.  
No angels singin’, no harps in the clouds,  
Just barroom gospel and barroom crowds.  
If the law comes crashin’ through that back door,  
We’ll raise ’em high and holler “One more!”  
If we don’t die, let’s drink this beer  
And call it a goddamn beautiful day right here.

[Bridge]  
Yeah the good Lord might be watchin’, might be laughin’ too,  
At a broke-down sinner still payin’ his dues.  
But I figure if He wanted me gone by now,  
He’d have took me when the lights went out.

[Final Chorus – slower, rougher]  
If we don’t die tonight… hell, let’s drink this beer.  
Ain’t no tomorrow guaranteed around here.  
No fancy last words, no big goodbye,  
Just you and me and this bottle and why.  
If we don’t die… let’s drink this beer…  
And call it a day.  
Yeah, call it a day.

*(last line half-spoken, half-sung, over a dying steel guitar whine)*  
…Call it a day.

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