Travis Tritt
Travis Tritt - Blue Collar Man songtekst
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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...