Shit shots count lyrics - Drive-by Truckers song

Put your cigarette out and get your hat back on
Don't mix up which is which
They don't pay you enough to work
Well they don't pay me enough to bitch
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 a schedule to keep
Suburban four lanes moving like blood through an old man's dying heart
Nothing but time to keep hope alive at the speed of a stream of tar
He bought in young and I have 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 and the table is 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 its all born dying,
some is tender and some is tough.
Somebody's got to mop up the A1,
somebody's got to 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 riches are all you're ever gonna need until the fight in you on Monday's gone
One more drag tuck your hair in your hat
Don't act so surprised try not to look so lost
Shit shots count and the table is 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 its all born dying,
some is tender and some is tough.
Somebody's got to mop up the A1,
somebody's got to mop up the blood