(Ed King - Ronnie Van Zant)
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Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me
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From the Florida border, yea up to Nashville Tennessee
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I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honkytonk
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Along come Mr. Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want
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[Chorus:]
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Want you to sign your contract
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Want you to sign today
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Gonna give you lots of money
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Workin' For MCA
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9000 dollars, that's all we could win
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But we smiled at the Yankee Slicker with a big ol' Southern grin
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They're gonna take me out to California gonna make me a superstar
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Just pay me all of my money and mister maybe you won't get a scar
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[Chorus]
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Suckers took my money since I was seventeen
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If it ain't no pencil pusher, it got to be a honkytonk queen
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But I'll sign my contract baby, and I wan't you people to know
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That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goes
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[Chorus]
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Workin' For MCA
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| Lynyrd Skynyrd |
