To understand just what we do out here
 Well that bus rolls up at home
 And I just disappear

 And I sure don't like to leave you
 Couldn't stand for you to think that I don't care
 So I wrote this job description
 Just to tell you what I do when I'm not there

 I sleep eighty miles an hour
 To the whining of a diesel down the interstate
 Dreamin' 'bout my little girls
 The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace
 Then we shut her down in another town
 Shower up and do just what we came to do
 Sing for the people
 Count the money and the miles back home to you

 Well each night I take the stage
 With a six-piece band and a guitar in my hand
 Singin' songs about my life
 All the good times and the bad

 Then we say goodbye and we load it up
 And head somewhere I've already been
 Then I lay down in that double bed alone
 And I thank the Lord again

 I sleep eighty miles an hour
 To the whining of a diesel down the interstate
 Dreamin' 'bout my little girls
 The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace
 Then we shut her down in another town
 Shower up and do just what we came to do
 Sing for the people
 Count the money and the miles back home to you

 Well I just sing for the people
 Count the money and the miles back home to you