I Got A Gig

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Eight line machine and a sailor's 
daughter
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Somethin' makes 'em crazy growin' up
 on the water
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Playin' for my supper six nights a 
week
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Hurricanes, Easter and New Years Eve
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Four tin walls now there ain't much 
left
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Lookin' like a homeless Cheers on 
meth
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Homer's in the corner, breakin' up a
 fight
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Good Lord, I hope I get paid 
tonight, I got a gig, baby

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Burnt fried chicken and Lone Star 
beer
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Cops and the kids drink free 'round 
here
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Girl behind the bar is takin' what 
she's givin'
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Lyin' ‘bout her past and tryin' to 
make a livin'
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Broke pool table and some hard luck 
cues
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Go tell your mama, I done paid my 
dues
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Everyone 'round here knows my name
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Six nights a week in the Neon Flame,
 I got a gig, baby

[G  O]

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There's an old lion tamer parked 
behind the bar
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A hundred pounds of weed in a stolen
 car
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Oil patch boys and girls who went to
 college
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Rules you don't break and laws that 
ain't knowledge
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Barefoot shrimper with a pistol up 
his sleeve
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Some will go to heaven, some will 
never leave
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Pills in the tip jar, blood on the 
strings
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Lord, I never thought I'd see these 
things, I got a gig, baby

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Eight line machine and a sailor's 
daughter
A
Somethin' makes 'em crazy growin' up
 on the water
A
Playin' for my supper six nights a 
week
A
Hurricanes, Easter and New Years Eve
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I got a gig, baby
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I got a gig, baby