I Got A Gig Lyrics - Trouble In Mind - 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 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 I'm playin' for my supper six nights a week Hurricanes, Easter and New Years Eve I got a gig