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PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Dirt Drifters
The Dirt Drifters
Performer
Jeff Middleton
Jeff Middleton
Guitar
Matt Fleener
Matt Fleener
Background Vocals
Nick Diamond
Nick Diamond
Drums
Ryan Fleener
Ryan Fleener
Guitar
Jeremy Little
Jeremy Little
Bass
Steve Daly
Steve Daly
Pedal Steel Guitar
Eric Darken
Eric Darken
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeff Middleton
Jeff Middleton
Songwriter
Matt Fleener
Matt Fleener
Songwriter
Nick Diamond
Nick Diamond
Songwriter
Ryan Fleener
Ryan Fleener
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Justin Gagnon
Justin Gagnon
Assistant Engineer
Matt Rausch
Matt Rausch
Assistant Engineer
Jim DeMain
Jim DeMain
Mastering Engineer
Justin Niebank
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Drew Bollman
Drew Bollman
Recording Engineer

Letra

The sun is comin' up I gotta drag my butt out of bed My phone is ringin', boss is screamin' "Where the hell you at?" I grab a cup of coffee Tell him it won't be too long But he don't know I'm waitin' On something better to come along There's gotta be something better than nine to five Every day barely gettin' by Workin', slavin', always achin' Way too young for my back to be breakin' Waitin' on that rainbow Tell me where's that pot of gold? Everyone is laughin' from a distance When they see me clockin' in Well, they'll all be here in twenty years Cussin' 'bout the same old things They stay late like a slave And wake up at the break of dawn They don't know I'm waitin' For something better to come along There's gotta be something better than nine to five Every day barely gettin' by Workin', slavin', always achin' Way too young for my back to be breakin' Waitin' on that rainbow Tell me where's that pot of gold? There's gotta be something better than nine to five Every day barely gettin' by Workin', slavin', always achin' Way too young for my back to be breakin' Waitin' on that rainbow Tell me where's that pot of gold? Well, I take her out on Friday 'Cause my baby likes to paint the town The way she treats her man Makes me think about settlin' down (Aw, son) I told her that I love her, she said let's just hold on Man, I think she's waitin' on Something better to come along Yeah, hear she comes Ah, let's go
Writer(s): Barry Mann, Gerry Goffin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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