A man's got to have cold Walk along a higher road Learn to love the Holy Ghost Whatever dulls the pain On a piece of the promised land Take pride in a farmer's tan Get a little when you can And keep praying for the rain So I work my nine-to-five Tryin' to keep the dream alive Kicking it into overdrive And burnin' it at both ends It takes a lot of [Tanqueray?] And a little bit of take home pay Just to keep the wolves away 'Til the ships come sailing in Blame it on my blood or on my destiny But I do my work with a willing hand I wake up when the rooster crows I hеad home when the whistlе blows And I try to save a little dough For a rainy day I could sure use some time To get away and clear my mind Yeah, I'd like to wet a line And drift into outer space Someday I'm gonna take a drive And head south down 35 Turn back when the tank runs dry Or the highway meets the sea Blame it on my blood or on my destiny But I do my work with a willing hand I wake up when the rooster crows I head home when the whistle blows And I try to save a little dough I'm gonna buy a Chevrolet How the hell did we get here? You're in there and I'm out here I sit around and I drink my beer While you sip sweet apple wine Thank the Lord for both the kids They don't know the things we did To keep all of the fightin' hid And a fan to the flame Blame it on our blood or on our destiny But we do our work with a willing hand Wake up when the rooster crows And head home when the whistle blows And we try to save a little dough Learn to get high on layin' low And one of these days We'll make our getaway
A man's got to have cold
Walk along a higher road
Learn to love the Holy Ghost
Whatever dulls the pain
On a piece of the promised land
Take pride in a farmer's tan
Get a little when you can
And keep praying for the rain
So I work my nine-to-five
Tryin' to keep the dream alive
Kicking it into overdrive
And burnin' it at both ends
It takes a lot of [Tanqueray?]
And a little bit of take home pay
Just to keep the wolves away
'Til the ships come sailing in
Blame it on my blood or on my destiny
But I do my work with a willing hand
I wake up when the rooster crows
I hеad home when the whistlе blows
And I try to save a little dough
For a rainy day
I could sure use some time
To get away and clear my mind
Yeah, I'd like to wet a line
And drift into outer space
Someday I'm gonna take a drive
And head south down 35
Turn back when the tank runs dry
Or the highway meets the sea
Blame it on my blood or on my destiny
But I do my work with a willing hand
I wake up when the rooster crows
I head home when the whistle blows
And I try to save a little dough
I'm gonna buy a Chevrolet
How the hell did we get here?
You're in there and I'm out here
I sit around and I drink my beer
While you sip sweet apple wine
Thank the Lord for both the kids
They don't know the things we did
To keep all of the fightin' hid
And a fan to the flame
Blame it on our blood or on our destiny
But we do our work with a willing hand
Wake up when the rooster crows
And head home when the whistle blows
And we try to save a little dough
Learn to get high on layin' low
And one of these days
We'll make our getaway