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
 Despite the fact that it's short on pay
 'Cause I ain't no good with hammers and nails
 But 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
 But these songs save a fortune on shrinks and pills
 On shrinks and pills
 On shrinks and pills
 On shrinks and pills
 These songs save a fortune on shrinks and pills