Blue Collar Man — текст песни (Travis Tritt)

(Travis Tritt, Gary Rossington)

I don`t like hangin` out with a high dollar crowd
I ain`t no socialite I`m a little too loud
I don`t do garden parties sippin` hot tea
Down in some honky tonk brother
That`s the place for me
A hard days livin` is all that I understand
Well I owe my soul to MasterCard
I`m a blue collar man
I bust my bottom every day eight to five
I come home draggin` feelin` barely alive
The kids are screamin`, house is turned upside down
Need a bulldozer just to find my way around
Don`t like caviar, we like our soup from a can
Yeah I keep my life simple
I`m a blue collar man
Don`t need computers handlin` my bank account
Balance my checkbook there`s a zero amount
Four-carat diamond`s not on my lady`s hand
We live a life rich folks could never understand
I make my livin` with these two hard workin` hands
Won`t ever be no millionaire
I`m a blue collar man

Won`t ever be no millionaire
I`m a blue collar man
I`m a blue collar man
I`m a blue collar man