Whiskey Myers - Where the sun dont shine

^AStretchin' that fence ^Gall day long ^DPost hole diggers and a ^Acome-a-long ^ASweatin' out a livin' in the ^GTexas heat ^DWhere moneys runnin' thin and ^Alife ain't cheap ^ABut this hard work ain't c^Guttin' it lately ^DRepo man callin' ^Aall the time ^AThis honest wage ain't ^Gsavin' this baby ^DSo I'm settin' up shop wh^Aere the sun don't shine

^AWhere the Sun don't shine gonna ^Gtake my time ^Dheaded back to the holler gotta ^Amake a dime ^AWith some corn, pressure &a^Gmp; copper line ^DGonna make a better livin' where the ^Asun don't shine ^AWhere the sun don't shi---^G-ne, ^Dwhere the sun don't shine.

^ASingle mom back ag^Gainst the wall ^Dchild support ain't ^Apaid at all ^AShakin' them bones s^Geven to three ^DDoin' what it takes to ^Amake ends meet ^AAnd this minimum wage wasn't c^Guttin' it lately ^DNine an hour had to ^Adraw the line ^AWaiting tables wasn't r^Gaising them babies ^DNow she's swangin' on a pole where the sun don't shine ^AWhere the sun don't shine gonna^G lose her mind ^DDancin' on the stage in the ^Aneon lights ^AWith a swang a shake a ^Gshimmy to the side ^DGonna make a better livin' where the sun don't shine ^AWhere the sun don't shi---^G-ne, ^Dwhere the sun don't shine.

^AUsed to have a good job at the ^Gfactory ^D'Til he lost his legs to ^Aan IED ^AWorries all day 'bout the ^Glights stayin' on ^DHis wife took off when the ^Amoney was gone ^AAnd this real life ain't ^Gcuttin' in lateley ^DHe never was the fightin' kind ^AAnd Uncle Sam ain't s^Gavin' them babies ^DSo he's cookin' it up where the sun don't shine. ^AWhere the sun don't shine let the ^Gred smoke climb ^DBattery acid, b^Aathtub time ^AScoopin' and shootin' them s^Gudafed lines ^DTurnin' powder into cash where the ^Asun don't shine A G d Where the sun don't shi----ne, where the sun don't shine.