I Got A Gig Lyrics

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, baby

Burnt 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' 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

There's 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 don't break and laws that ain't
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 I'd see
these things I got
a gig, baby I got a gig

Eight line machine and a sailor's daughter Somethin'
makes 'em crazy growin' up on the water I'm playin' for
my supper six
nights a week Hurricanes, Easter and New Years Eve I
got a gig

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