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
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Playin' for my supper six nights a week
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Hurricanes, 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 Cheers on meth
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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 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' ‘bout 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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Everyone 'round here knows my name
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Six nights a week in the Neon Flame, I got a gig, baby

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There's an old lion tamer parked behind the bar
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A hundred pounds of weed in a stolen car
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Oil patch boys and girls who went to college
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Rules you don't break and laws that ain't knowledge
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Barefoot shrimper with a pistol up his sleeve
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Some will go to heaven, some will never leave
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Pills in the tip jar, blood on the strings
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Lord, I never thought I'd see these things, I got a gig, baby
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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
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Playin' for my supper six nights a week
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Hurricanes, Easter and New Years Eve
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I got a gig, baby
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I got a gig, baby

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