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Hayes Carll Trouble In Mind I Got A Gig Headline machine and a sailor's daughter Something makes 'em crazy growing up on the water I'm playing for my supper six nights a week Hurricanes, Easter and New Year's Eve Four tin walls, now there ain't much left Lookin' like a homeless Cheers on meth Homer's in the corner breaking up a fight Good lord, I hope I get paid tonight I got a gig baby Burnt fried chicken and Lone Star beer Cops and the kids drink free around here Girl behind the bar taking what she's given Lying about her past and trying to make a living Broke pool tables and hard luck kids Go tell your mama I done paid my dues Everyone around here knows my name Six nights a week in the Neon Flame I got a gig baby I got a gig There's an old lion tamer parked behind the bar Hundred pounds of weed in a stolen car Oil patch boys and girls who went to college Rules you don't break and laws that ain't acknowledged Barefoot shrimper with a pistol up his sleeve Some'll go to hell and some'll never leave Pills in the tip jar, blood on the strings Oh lord, I never thought I'd see these things I got a gig baby I got a gig |
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