Money To Drank

The hell with this hammer and this tape measure

This job it ain’t for me

Give me back my guitar in a dive bar

That’s where I wanna be

With all those pretty women wearing faded blue jeans

Stomping their boots right along with the beat

I’m either clocking out early or calling in sick

I’m gonna get fired gotta cover my shift

I’ve got bills pay, at the end of the day

I’ll be down at the honky tonk

Well I ain’t got much in the bank

But I damn sure always have money to drank

Put your quarters on the table

Gamble if your able

He’s the sharpest shooter in this town

So I walked up put down 20 bucks

And ordered us another round

Well it ain’t no shocker that dang falbocker he’s whooping my tail again

I’m either clocking out early or calling in sick

I’m gonna get fired gotta cover my shift

I’ve got bills pay, at the end of the day

I’ll be down at the honky tonk

Well I ain’t got much in the bank

But I damn sure always have money to drank

Yeah I'm clocking out early or calling in sick

I can’t get fired gotta cover my shift

I’ll find a way at the end of the day To get down to the honky tonk

Well I ain’t got much in the bank

But I damn sure always have money to drank

I ain’t got much in the bank

But I damn sure always have money to drank