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' ’bout 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 Everyone 'round here knows my name Six nights a week in the Neon Flame, I got a gig, baby SOLO There's an old lion tamer parked behind the bar A 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 knowledge 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 Lord, I never thought I'd see these things, I got a gig, baby 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 I got a gig, baby I got a gig, baby