Workin' Cheap

Every since the day I was big enough to put my pants on by myself

You could find me somewhere with the radio turned on

Then one night I gave my heart to an old beat-up guitar

It never left my arms till I was almost grown

I had to try my hand as a workin' man tried to be my daddy's son

But my mind was packed and gone and headed south

Momma said I'll pray for you then she said goodbye

To the only one out of seven that didn't work out

Now I'm way down hear in Dixie playing honky tonk music

Keepin' some joint a jumpin' every night of the week

Lord knows it's hard to keep a dance hall woman happy

When you're drinkin' a little too much and you're workin' cheap

Well I ain't done a thing I can brag about to anyone back home

Just another night club singer with a real good band

If a jealous woman don't kill me and momma keeps on prayin'

Someday I might be more than what I am

Now I'm way down hear in Dixie...

When you're drinkin' a little too much and you're workin' cheap