Trying To Make a Living
Copyright 1998 by David Alan Cates. All Rights Reserved.
| [VERSE 1] |
| Hey, hey everybody, we're here and we're mighty glad |
| To see you at our show tonight |
| We've been driving all day, now we're ready to play |
| So grab your seat and hold on tight |
| [VERSE 2] |
| We come from all around, from every kind of town |
| From Birmingham to Boise |
| Everywhere we go we try to give the folks a show |
| So listen to the good boys play |
| [CHORUS] |
| We're just good ole boys, making music with our toys |
| Doing what we do best |
| We're gonna play our songs, all night long |
| And let ya'll take care of the rest |
| So kick back, relax, let it go to the max |
| Everything will be alright |
| We're just good ole boys in a good ole town |
| Trying to make a living tonight |
| [VERSE 3] |
| We get high off the crowd and we get a little loud |
| And we party til the dancing stops |
| And if having a ball is against the county law |
| Then somebody call the cops |
| [VERSE 4] |
| Better do yourself a favor, grab the shoulder of your neighbor |
| leave your worries at the door |
| By the time we're through playing, we hope we hear you saying |
| Won't you give us just a little more |
| [REPEAT CHORUS] |