I Got A Gig(Album Version) - Hayes Carll

I Got A Gig - Hayes Carll
Eight line machine and a sailor's daughter
Somethin' makes 'em crazy
Growin' up on the water
Playin' for my supper six
Nights a week hurricanes
Easter and new years eve
Four tin walls now there ain't much left
Lookin' like a homeless
Cheers on
Meth homer's in the corner
Breakin' 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 'round here
Girl behind the bar is takin' what she's givin'
Lyin' about her past and tryin' to make a livin'
Broke pool table and some hard luck cues
Go tell your mama I done paid my dues
Every one 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 w**d 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 will go to
Heaven some will 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
Eight line machine and a sailor's daughter
Somethin' makes 'em crazy growin' up
On the water I'm playin' for my supper six
Nights a week hurricanes
Easter and new years eve
I got a gig baby
I got a gig
I got a gig baby
I got a gig