Travis Tritt

Travis Tritt - Blue Collar Man songtekst

Je score:
I don't like hanging out with a high dollar crowd
I ain't no socialite, I'm a little too loud
I don't do garden parties sipping hot tea
Down in some honky tonk, brother
That's the place for me

A hard days living is all that I understand
Well, I owe my soul to MasterCard
I'm a blue collar man

I bust my bottom every day eight to five
I come home dragging feeling barely alive
The kids are screaming, house is turned upside down
Need a bulldozer just to find my way around

We don't like caviar, we like our soup from a can, yeah
Yeah, I keep my life simple
I'm a blue collar man

Don't need computers handling my bank account
Balance my checkbook, there's a zero amount
Four-carat diamond's not on my lady's hand
We live a life rich folks could never understand

I make my living with these two hard working hands
Won't ever be no millionaire
I'm a blue collar man

Won't never be no millionaire
I'm a blue collar man

Blue collar man...
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Copyrights:

Auteur: Travis Tritt, Gary Rossington

Componist: Travis Tritt, Gary Rossington

Publisher: EDI

Details:

Uitgegeven in: 1992

Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: T-R-O-U-B-L-E (1992) , The Rockin' Side (2002)

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