I Got A Gig Lyrics
| Song | I Got A Gig |
| Artist | Hayes Carll |
| Album | Trouble In Mind |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Carll | |
| Eight line machine and a sailor's daughter | |
| Somethin' makes 'em crazy growin' up on the water | |
| Playin' for my supper six nights a week | |
| Hurricanes, | |
| Easter and | |
| New Years | |
| Eve Four tin walls now there ain't much left | |
| Lookin' like a homeless | |
| Cheers on meth | |
| Homer's in the corner, breakin' up a fight | |
| Good Lord, | |
| I hope I get paid tonight | |
| I got a gig, baby | |
| Burnt fried chicken and | |
| Lone Star beer | |
| Cops and the kids drink free 'round here | |
| Girl, behind the bar is takin' what she's givin' | |
| Lyin' about her past and tryin' to make a livin' | |
| Broke pool table and some hard luck cues | |
| Go tell your mama, | |
| I done paid my dues | |
| Every one around here knows my name | |
| Six nights a week in the neon flame | |
| I got a gig, baby | |
| I got a gig | |
| There's an old lion tamer parked behind the bar | |
| Hundred pounds of weed in a stolen car | |
| Oil patch boys and girls who went to college | |
| Rules you don't break and laws that ain't acknowledged | |
| Barefoot shrimper with a pistol up his sleeve | |
| Some will go to | |
| Heaven, some will never leave | |
| Pills in the tip jar, blood on the strings | |
| Oh Lord, I never thought | |
| I'd see these things | |
| I got a gig, baby | |
| I got a gig | |
| Eight line machine and a sailor's daughter | |
| Somethin' makes 'em crazy growin' up on the water | |
| I'm playin' for my supper six nights a week | |
| Hurricanes, | |
| Easter and | |
| New Years | |
| Eve I got a gig |
| zuo qu : Carll | |
| Eight line machine and a sailor' s daughter | |
| Somethin' makes ' em crazy growin' up on the water | |
| Playin' for my supper six nights a week | |
| Hurricanes, | |
| Easter and | |
| New Years | |
| Eve Four tin walls now there ain' t much left | |
| Lookin' like a homeless | |
| Cheers on meth | |
| Homer' s in the corner, breakin' up a fight | |
| Good Lord, | |
| I hope I get paid tonight | |
| I got a gig, baby | |
| Burnt fried chicken and | |
| Lone Star beer | |
| Cops and the kids drink free ' round here | |
| Girl, behind the bar is takin' what she' s givin' | |
| Lyin' about her past and tryin' to make a livin' | |
| Broke pool table and some hard luck cues | |
| Go tell your mama, | |
| I done paid my dues | |
| Every one around here knows my name | |
| Six nights a week in the neon flame | |
| I got a gig, baby | |
| I got a gig | |
| There' s an old lion tamer parked behind the bar | |
| Hundred pounds of weed in a stolen car | |
| Oil patch boys and girls who went to college | |
| Rules you don' t break and laws that ain' t acknowledged | |
| Barefoot shrimper with a pistol up his sleeve | |
| Some will go to | |
| Heaven, some will never leave | |
| Pills in the tip jar, blood on the strings | |
| Oh Lord, I never thought | |
| I' d see these things | |
| I got a gig, baby | |
| I got a gig | |
| Eight line machine and a sailor' s daughter | |
| Somethin' makes ' em crazy growin' up on the water | |
| I' m playin' for my supper six nights a week | |
| Hurricanes, | |
| Easter and | |
| New Years | |
| Eve I got a gig |
| zuò qǔ : Carll | |
| Eight line machine and a sailor' s daughter | |
| Somethin' makes ' em crazy growin' up on the water | |
| Playin' for my supper six nights a week | |
| Hurricanes, | |
| Easter and | |
| New Years | |
| Eve Four tin walls now there ain' t much left | |
| Lookin' like a homeless | |
| Cheers on meth | |
| Homer' s in the corner, breakin' up a fight | |
| Good Lord, | |
| I hope I get paid tonight | |
| I got a gig, baby | |
| Burnt fried chicken and | |
| Lone Star beer | |
| Cops and the kids drink free ' round here | |
| Girl, behind the bar is takin' what she' s givin' | |
| Lyin' about her past and tryin' to make a livin' | |
| Broke pool table and some hard luck cues | |
| Go tell your mama, | |
| I done paid my dues | |
| Every one around here knows my name | |
| Six nights a week in the neon flame | |
| I got a gig, baby | |
| I got a gig | |
| There' s an old lion tamer parked behind the bar | |
| Hundred pounds of weed in a stolen car | |
| Oil patch boys and girls who went to college | |
| Rules you don' t break and laws that ain' t acknowledged | |
| Barefoot shrimper with a pistol up his sleeve | |
| Some will go to | |
| Heaven, some will never leave | |
| Pills in the tip jar, blood on the strings | |
| Oh Lord, I never thought | |
| I' d see these things | |
| I got a gig, baby | |
| I got a gig | |
| Eight line machine and a sailor' s daughter | |
| Somethin' makes ' em crazy growin' up on the water | |
| I' m playin' for my supper six nights a week | |
| Hurricanes, | |
| Easter and | |
| New Years | |
| Eve I got a gig |
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