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 year s eve four tin walls now there ain t much left lookin like a homeless cheers on meth homer s round 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 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 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