Seems like every time I call you I'm standing in the pouring rain I had another falling out with love I'm back out on the streets again I could use a
hard workin' man, I wear a steel hard hat I can ride, rope, hammer and paint Do things with my hands that most men can't I can't get ahead no matter how hard
got whiskey, women Music and smoke It?s where all the cowboy folk Go to boot scootin? boogie I?ve got a good job, I work hard for my money When it?s
Up in the city, it's crazy and concrete cold Living life at the speed of light leaves dark in your soul When every minute's got a heart attack in it,
Well I'll bet by the time I get to Tulsa She'll be pullin' on them tight blue jeans And she'll go down to cowboys and buy herself a cold one And on a
Well I'm flyin' high and I'm feelin' low Drinkin' hard and dancin' slow I'm gonna shine my buckle to George Jones Heartaches are hot on my heels Bartender
She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood And two big speakers blasting Johnny B. Goode Looking so sweet it oughta be a crime She plays with my
Times are hard and the money's tight Day to day we fight that fight Nothing new, it's the same old grind Uphill all the way Boss man says, "Forget the
hard workin' man I wear a steel hard hat I can ride, rope, hammer and paint Do things with my hands that most men can't I can't get ahead no matter how hard
Got a two-ton hammer Got beat by the pound I'm a hard workin' driver man Six feet solid from the ground Work my hammer for the factory Foreman always
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goes down They got whiskey, women music and smoke It's where all the cowboy folk Go to boot scootin' boogie I've got a good job I work hard for my money
a hard workin' man I wear a steel hard hat I can ride, rope, hammer and paint Do things with my hands that most men can't I can't get ahead no matter how hard
Up in the city it's crazy and concrete cold Living life at the speed of light leaves dark in your soul When every minute's got a heart attack in it It
Well I'll bet by the time I get to Tulsa She'll be pullin' on them tight blue jeans She'll go down to Cowboy's, buy herself a cold one And on a Friday
Well I'm flyin' high and feelin' low Drinkin' hard and dancin' slow I'm gonna shine my buckle to George Jones Heartaches are hot on my heels, bartender
She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood And two big speakers blasting Johnny B. Goode Looking so sweet it oughta be a crime She plays with