I don't drink champagne in crystal glasses
I don't soak my beans in a silver pot
You won't catch me climbin' through the social classes
I don't spend money that I ain't got

I don't wast my time with yesterday's trouble
I just try to do the job at hand
I ain't delicate and I ain't subtle
But I do the best I can

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I drink my beer from a bottle
I take my friends at their work, yes I do
I take my comfort in you
I take my comfort in you

I don't put much stock in public opinion
I take it all with a grain of salt
I make mistakes like any human bein'
So I goet no call to go findin' fault

I take my problems to the Lord on Sunday
I take my blues to the honky tonk
You take my breath away when you hold me
What else could a poor boy want