Eight line machine and a sailor's daughter
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Somethin' makes 'em crazy growin' up on the water
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Playin' for my supper six
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Nights a week Hurricanes,
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Easter and New Years Eve
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Four tin walls now there ain't much left
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Lookin' like a homeless
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Cheers on
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Meth Homer's in the corner, breakin' up a fight
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Good Lord, I hope I get paid tonight I got a gig, baby
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Burnt fried chicken and
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Lone Star beer
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Cops and the kids drink free 'round here
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Girl, behind the bar is takin' what she's givin'
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Lyin' about her past and tryin' to make a livin'
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Broke pool table and some hard luck cues.
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Go tell your mama, I done paid my dues
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Every one around here knows my name
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Six
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Nights a week in the neon flame I got a gig, baby I got a gig
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There's an old lion tamer parked behind the bar
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Hundred pounds of weed in a stolen car
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Oil patch boys and girls who went to
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College Rules you don't break and laws that ain't acknowledged
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Barefoot shrimper with a pistol up his sleeve
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Some will go to
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Heaven, some will never leave
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Pills in the tip jar, blood on the strings
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Oh Lord, I never thought I'd see these things I got
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A gig, baby I got a gig
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Eight line machine and a sailor's daughter
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Somethin' makes 'em crazy growin' up on the water I'm playin' for my supper six
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Nights a week Hurricanes, Easter and New Years Eve I got a gig
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I Got A Gig
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| Hayes Carll |
