52.Workin' Cheap
Lyricist：Max D Barnes, Troy Seals
Every since the day, I was big enough to put my pants on by
myself
You could find me somewhere with the radio turned on
Then one night I gave my heart to an old beat-up guitar
It never left my arms till I was almost grown
I had to try my hand as a workin' man tried to be my daddy's son
But my mind was packed and gone and headed south
Momma said, â~'I'll pray for you'', then she said,
â~'Goodbye''
To the only one out of seven that didn't work out
Now, I'm way down hear in Dixie playing honky tonk music
Keepin' some joint a jumpin' every night of the week
Lord knows it's hard to keep a dance hall woman happy
When you're drinkin' a little too much and you're workin' cheap
Well, I ain't done a thing I can brag about to anyone back home
Just another night club singer with a real good band
If a jealous woman don't kill me and momma keeps on prayin'
Someday I might be more than what I am
Now, I'm way down hear in Dixie playing honky tonk music
Keepin' some joint a jumpin' every night of the week
Lord knows it's hard to keep a dance hall woman happy
When you're drinkin' a little too much and you're workin' cheap
When you're drinkin' a little too much and you're workin' cheap
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