Eight line machine and a sailor’s daughter
Somethin’ makes ’em crazy growin’ up on the water
Playin’ for my supper six nights a week
Hurricanes, Easter and New Years Eve
Four tin walls now there ain’t much left
Lookin’ like a homeless Cheers on meth
Homer’s in the corner, breakin’ up a fight
Good Lord, I hope I get paid tonight, I got a gig, babyBurnt fried chicken and Lone Star beer
Cops and the kids drink free ’round here
Girl behind the bar is takin’ what she’s givin’
Lyin’ ’bout 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
Everyone ’round here knows my name
Six nights a week in the Neon Flame, I got a gig, baby
(SOLO)
There’s an old lion tamer parked behind the bar
A hundred pounds of weed in a stolen car
Oil patch boys and girls who went to college
Rules you don’t break and laws that ain’t knowledge
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
Lord, I never thought I’d see these things, I got a gig, baby
Eight line machine and a sailor’s daughter
Somethin’ makes ’em crazy growin’ up on the water
Playin’ for my supper six nights a week
Hurricanes, Easter and New Years Eve
I got a gig, baby
I got a gig, baby
