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I Got A Gig lyrics
Hayes Carll
Trouble In Mind
I Got A Gig
Headline machine and a sailor's daughter
Something makes 'em crazy growing up on the water
I'm playing for my supper six nights a week
Hurricanes, Easter and New Year's Eve
Four tin walls, now there ain't much left
Lookin' like a homeless Cheers on meth
Homer's in the corner breaking 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 around here
Girl behind the bar taking what she's given
Lying about her past and trying to make a living
Broke pool tables and hard luck kids
Everyone 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'll go to hell and some'll 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
Hayes Carll
Trouble In Mind
I Got A Gig
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