i got a gig

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 year's eve

four tin walls now there ain't much left

lookin' like a homeless cheers on meth

homer's 'round 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