Daddy born poor, Mama was too
Walkin' through the snow, plastic bags on their shoes
Papa sellin' houses, sleepin' in a car
Poor baby's in the backseat underneath the stars
Well, hey, hey
Just work a little harder
Hey, hey
Punchin' that clock
With work and prayer and a little bit of luck
Make so much money, need a ten tonne truck
Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha
Well, the bank took the house when Daddy lost his job
Put a hitch on the back of Mama's little silver Dodge
Drove with nothin' but our clothes and guitar
Right down to Nashville, gonna be big stars
Hey, hey
Just work a little harder
Hey, hey
Punchin' that clock
With work and prayer and a little bit of luck
Make so much money, need a ten tonne truck
Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha
Well, you scratch and you claw and you try to make a livin'
Pay dues, get moved right back to the beginning
When the pie gets bigger everybody wants a slice
What I've been cookin' since back in '89
Well, hey, hey
Just work a little harder
Hey, hey
Punchin' that clock
With work and prayer and a little bit of luck
Make so much money, need a ten tonne truck
Well, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha
