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 [SOLO] 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
