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 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 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 gotta 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 Year's Eve

I got a gig, baby, I got a gig

I got a gig, baby, I got a gig

I got a gig