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AEight line machine and a sailor's daughter ASomethin' makes 'em crazy growin' up on the water APlayin' for my supper six nights a week AHurricanes, Easter and New Years Eve DFour tin walls now there ain't much left ALookin' like a homeless Cheers on meth DHomer's in the corner, breakin' up a fight AGood Lord, I hope I get paid tonight, I got a gig, baby
ABurnt fried chicken and Lone Star beer ACops and the kids drink free 'round here AGirl behind the bar is takin' what she's givin' ALyin' ‘bout her past and tryin' to make a livin' DBroke pool table and some hard luck cues AGo tell your mama, I done paid my dues DEveryone 'round here knows my name ASix nights a week in the Neon Flame, I got a gig, baby
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AThere's an old lion tamer parked behind the bar AA hundred pounds of weed in a stolen car AOil patch boys and girls who went to college ARules you don't break and laws that ain't knowledge DBarefoot shrimper with a pistol up his sleeve ASome will go to heaven, some will never leave DPills in the tip jar, blood on the strings ALord, I never thought I'd see these things, I got a gig, baby
AEight line machine and a sailor's daughter ASomethin' makes 'em crazy growin' up on the water APlayin' for my supper six nights a week AHurricanes, Easter and New Years Eve AI got a gig, baby AI got a gig, baby