Patrick Carney - Flag on the Can lyrics

When I drink a Bud Light do I love America? Or only when there's a flag on the can And when I sit down and write a record Can I be more than just another sad, white man? I'm almost out of favors But maybe there's a little love left in hand If you let me sign the papers And lay down mine to protect the branches Let me die in Montana In a bathing suit of all the good To a coolness of "Hosanna" Looking to the big, big, big sky Once the cash in the backpacks and the slush funds is gone And all the Brink's have gone home Do you really think I could build a nation And I hadn't ordered this on my own There's better fortunes on the table Learn a word of Chinese and check your phone I'll call you when I'm able Cause no respect to reception in The congestions of As I drive into Montana In a bathing suit of all the good And a cla**ic red bandana Looking for the big, big, big sky I find it hard to express myself in definite When I'm trying to help I say "Come on now, what is philosophy anyway, anyway?" When I drink a Bud Light do I love America? Or only when there's a flag on the can And when I sit down and write a record Can I be more than just a sad, sad, white man? Who dreams of dying in Montana In a bathing suit of all the good With a belly full of manna Underneath the big, big, big sky That shines on Montana If I tell it, too, of all the good Don't you cry now, O Susanna We're heading for the big, big, big sky