A
Eight line machine and a sailor's daughter
A
Somethin' makes 'em crazy growin' up on the water
A
Playin' for my supper six nights a week
A
Hurricanes, Easter and New Years Eve
D
Four tin walls now there ain't much left
A
Lookin' like a homeless Cheers on meth
D
Homer's in the corner, breakin' up a fight
A
Good Lord, I hope I get paid tonight, I got a gig, baby
A
Burnt fried chicken and Lone Star beer
A
Cops and the kids drink free 'round here
A
Girl behind the bar is takin' what she's givin'
A
Lyin' ’bout her past and tryin' to make a livin'
D
Broke pool table and some hard luck cues
A
Go tell your mama, I done paid my dues
D
Everyone 'round here knows my name
A
Six nights a week in the Neon Flame, I got a gig, baby
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A
There's an old lion tamer parked behind the bar
A
A hundred pounds of weed in a stolen car
A
Oil patch boys and girls who went to college
A
Rules you don't break and laws that ain't knowledge
D
Barefoot shrimper with a pistol up his sleeve
A
Some will go to heaven, some will never leave
D
Pills in the tip jar, blood on the strings
A
Lord, I never thought I'd see these things, I got a gig, baby
A
Eight line machine and a sailor's daughter
A
Somethin' makes 'em crazy growin' up on the water
A
Playin' for my supper six nights a week
A
Hurricanes, Easter and New Years Eve
A
I got a gig, baby
A
I got a gig, baby