Check Cashin' Country

Rolling down the road in the heart of Texas

Driving band playing, country western

Driving all night trying to make the next gig

Sure ain't getting any rested

With the highway below and the Lord above me

On the telephone saying, don't cry honey

Trying to make enough to keep the motor running

Sure ain't in it for the money

This ain't check cashin' country

Ain't check cashin' country

Nights are getting long and the miles are showing

Life of a country rock and roll band

Looking out for the highway patrol man

Love to stick around, we got to go man

Wake up to the sound of the tires on the highway

Pull into a truck stop, poured me a coffee

Lord knows the miles that have gone behind me

Sure ain't in it for the money

This ain't check cashin' country

Ain't check cashin' country, naw-ha

I hear that tip jars got a jingle

Cause we ain't got a single, on the radio

We may go dancing around wherever we go

Trying to turn a nickel, to solid country gold

It goes T for Texas and Tennessee

We got miles to cover and places to be

The highways the only kind of life for me

Sure ain't in it for the money

This ain't check cashin' country

Ain't check cashin' country, naw-ha (no it ain't)

I hear that tip jars got a jingle

Cause we ain't got a single, on the radio

We may go dancing around wherever we go

Trying to turn a nickel, to solid country gold

It goes T for Texas and Tennessee

We got miles to cover and places to be

If y'all don't two-step, then we don't eat

Sure ain't out here for the money

This ain't check cashin' country

Ain't check cashin' country

Country

Country, ohh

Ain't check cashin' country

No it ain't