Blue Collar Man Lyrics - Travis Tritt

(Travis Tritt, Gary Rossington) 

I don't like hangin' out with a high dollar crowd 

I ain't no socialite I'm a little too loud 

I don't do garden parties sippin' hot tea 

Down in some honky tonk 

Brother that's the place for me 

A hard days livin' is all that I understand 

Well I owe my soul to MasterCard 

I'm a blue collar man 

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I bust my bottom every day eight to five 

I come home draggin' feelin' barely alive 

The kids are screamin', house is turned upside down 

Need a bulldozer just to find my way around 

Don't like caviar, we like our soup from a can 

Yeah, I keep my life simple 

I'm a blue collar man 

Instrumental 

Don't need computers handlin' my bank account 

Balance my checkbook there's a zero amount 

Four-carat diamond's not on my lady's hand 

We live a life rich folks could never understand 

I make my livin' with these two hard workin' hands 

Won't ever be no millionaire 

I'm a blue collar man 

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Won't ever be no millionaire 

I'm a blue collar man 

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