Go To Hell



I don't swear, I promise (no pun intended.) This song really is as close as it gets to cursing for me. In fact I told someone that this is the first time I had cussed in a long time and he read the words and he asked where's the cuss word. That made me feel a lot better. 
I wrote this song for my wife who was born and raised on a ranch in Cane Beds, AZ. The story is about her dad, David Finicum. We live right across the field from him. It's really pretty cool. In the last four years I have seen several houses go up, and I know how much he doesn't like the urban sprawl. He loves the dirt roads and open spaces and the way life used to be. The City folk (me included) move out to the country and try to bring the city with us. It's hard for a man like him to watch that. I also imagine it's got to be hard to watch your youngest daughter fall in love and get married to some crazy city kid. This song might not exactly be words I've heard him say, but it's what I think he'd like to about builders and boyfriends. I'm confident that as I grow older I will feel the same way and want to say the same thing. Go to Hell!

This song is on the "Put on Your Birthday Suit" album.