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My older brother Tommy was a lineman, rest his soul |
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His job was hanging hot wires on them high-line power poles |
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Every morning bright and early, he'd climb way up in the sky |
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And I never understood it, so one day I asked him why |
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He said, it pays big money and man, I'm into that |
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It pays big money if you're willing to take a chance |
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Let me tell you something, sonny, you ought to see my bank account |
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It pays big money but he sure can't spend it now |
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Well, my late Uncle Charlie, was this demolition hound |
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He'd travel across the country blowing buildings to the ground |
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He carried a case of dynamite seemed everywhere he went |
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And he smoked them big long cigars and he'd wink at you and grin |
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He said, it pays big money, man, I'm into that |
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It pays big money if you're willing to take a chance |
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Let me tell you something, sonny, you ought to see my bank account |
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It pays big money but he sure can't spend it now |
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Well, now the moral of this story, boys |
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Is don't go getting yourself killed |
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Be kind to your rich relatives |
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They just might put you in their will |
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And that pays big money and we're all into that |
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It pays big money and big money's where it's at |
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Let me tell you something, sonny, you ought to see my bank account |
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It pays big money and we're rolling in it now |
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It pays big money, having foolish kin |
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It pays big money, guess I owe it all to them |
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Let me show you something, sonny, take a look at this bank account |
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It pays big money, let's go spend some of it now |
