"50 Hour Week" lyrics

Put this truck on a 4-lane highway
It'll crank that crackled FM
Put these old boots on some blacktop
They'll still find where it ends
City folk don't know what they're missing
Hell I know what they need
A 24-pack little PTO spent with a zebco by a creek

Yeah that high rise is where you make money
And money don't grow on trees
To keep that coffee can stash stacked
I still gotta bust out a 50 Hour Week
Just 'cause it's where I swing my hammer
Don't mean it's where I want to be
You can put this old southern boy up in the city
I still bring a little small town with me

Yeah them mornings they come early
That's why my coffee comes black
At lunch time it's fried bologna
And some pork rinds in a brown sack
I might come off a little different
But I ain't a tumbleweed
'Cause when I punch that clock I'm headed to a map dot
With some good old boys like me

Yeah that high rise is where you make money
And money don't grow on trees
To keep that coffee can stash stacked
I still gotta bust out a 50 Hour Week
Just 'cause it's where I swing my hammer
Don't mean it's where I want to be
You can put this old southern boy up in the city
I still bring a little small town with me

Awww yeah
C'mon

Yeah that high rise is where you make money
And money don't grow on trees
To keep that coffee can stash stacked
I still gotta bust out a 50 Hour Week
Just 'cause it's where I swing my hammer
Don't mean it's where I want to be
You can put this old southern boy up in the city
I still bring a little small town with me