Lyrics

Lately im thinking bout getting a second job
Make a lil extra change walking someone else dog
Cutting grass and trimming trees don’t sound so bad to me.
Till I pass out in the summer heat. It’s too damn hot to breathe

Coming up short
No money in the bank
Can’t pay my bills
No gas in the tank
Why oh why do the people up above
Keep taking what I ain’t got to give when I’m struggling just to live

Drove down the river road with a shovel and
Some boots
Met up with Gardiner and some folks to do some good
There ain’t no money in planting cypress trees
Volunteering in the swamp and mud up to my knees

Coming up short
No money in the bank
Can’t pay my bills
No gas in the tank
Why oh why do the people up above
Keep taking what little I got to give when I’m strugglin just to live

This old guitar of mine is one - emotional gold mine
Striking chords and singing tunes opens up my heart and mind
All that feels mighty fine. Makes me wanna sway and croon
But when that rent is do I can’t pay with a tune