Shrinks and Pills

Another ten-to-two on a weekend night

My voice is worn and my hands are right

I been singing my songs all night long

Telling these folks about things gone wrong

I scream and cry and cuss and moan

Echoes through the holler with a lonesome tone, with a lonesome tone

They think they know a thing or two about me

But truth be told, there ain't much to see

I'm just waiting on the boss to throw a few bills

So I can fill up my tank and eat my fill

Then I pack up a case and away I run

Try to make it home 'fore the morning sun, 'fore the morning sun

And I do the best trade for the rest of my days

Despite the fact that it's short on pay

'Cause I ain't no good with hammers and nails

And these songs save a fortune on shrinks and pills, on shrinks and pills

I do the best trade for the rest of my days

'Spite the fact that it's short on pay

'Cause I ain't no good with hammers and nails

And these songs save a fortune on shrinks and pills, on shrinks and pills

I do the best trade for the rest of my days

Despite the fact that it's short on pay

'Cause I ain't no good with hammers and nails

And these songs save a fortune on shrinks and pills, on shrinks and pills

On shrinks and pills, on shrinks and pills

These songs saved a fortune on shrinks and pills