Текст песни Travis Tritt - Blue Collar Man
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(Travis Tritt, Gary Rossington)I don`t like hangin` out with a high dollar crowdI ain`t no socialite I`m a little too loudI don`t do garden parties sippin` hot teaDown in some honky tonk brotherThat`s the place for me A hard days livin` is all that I understandWell I owe my soul to MasterCardI`m a blue collar man I bust my bottom every day eight to fiveI come home draggin` feelin` barely aliveThe kids are screamin`, house is turned upside downNeed a bulldozer just to find my way around Don`t like caviar, we like our soup from a canYeah I keep my life simpleI`m a blue collar man Don`t need computers handlin` my bank accountBalance my checkbook there`s a zero amountFour-carat diamond`s not on my lady`s handWe live a life rich folks could never understand I make my livin` with these two hard workin` handsWon`t ever be no millionaireI`m a blue collar man Won`t ever be no millionaireI`m a blue collar manI`m a blue collar manI`m a blue collar man