Workin' Cheap

Every since the day I was big enough to put my pants on by myself

You could find me somewhere with the radio turned on

Then one night I gave my heart to an old beat-up guitar

It never left my arms till I was almost grown

I had to try my hand as a workin` man tried to be my daddy`s son

But my mind was packed and gone and headed south

Momma said I`ll pray for you then she said goodbye

To the only one out of seven that didn`t work out

Now I`m way down hear in Dixie playing honky tonk music

Keepin` some joint a jumpin` every night of the week

Lord knows it`s hard to keep a dance hall woman happy

When you`re drinkin` a little too much and you`re workin` cheap

[ guitar ]

Well I ain`t done a thing I can brag about to anyone back home

Just another night club singer with a real good band

If a jealous woman don`t kill me and momma keeps on prayin`

Someday I might be more than what I am

Now I`m way down hear in Dixie...

When you`re drinkin` a little too much and you`re workin` cheap