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Travis Tritt - Blue Collar Man lyrics
(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 |
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