I GOT A GIG - HAYES CARLL
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Eight line machine and a sailors daughter
Somethin makes em crazy growin up on the water
Playin for my supper six nights a week
Hurricanes, Easter and New Years Eve
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Four tin walls now there aint much left
B
Lookin like a homeless Cheers on meth
E
Homers in the corner, breakin up a fight
Good Lord, I hope I get paid tonight
B
I got a gig, baby
Burnt fried chicken and Lone Star beer
Cops and the kids drink free round here
Girl, behind the bar is takin what shes givin
Lyin about her past and tryin to make a livin
Broke pool table and some hard luck cues
Go tell your mama, I done paid my dues
Every one around here knows my name
Six nights a week in the neon flame
I got a gig, baby
I got a gig
Theres an old lion tamer parked behind the bar
Hundred pounds of weed in a stolen car
Oil patch boys and girls who went to college
Rules you dont break and laws that aint acknowledged
Barefoot shrimper with a pistol up his sleeve
Some will go to Heaven, some will never leave
Pills in the tip jar, blood on the strings
Oh Lord, I never thought Id see these things
I got a gig, baby
I got a gig
Eight line machine and a sailors daughter
Somethin makes em crazy growin up on
the water
Im playin for my supper six nights a week
Hurricanes, Easter and New Years Eve
I got a gig
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