Beer On the Table

Every morning I get up before that rooster crows Heading straight to somewhere I don't even want to go Eggs and bacon in my belly And a Folger's coffee buzz Good ol' radar detector It protects me from the fuzz Well, I do what I gotta do To get through working that 9 to 5 It's killing me but then again it's keeping me alive It puts the gas in my truck butter on my biscuits Couple bucks when I'm itching For a scratch-off ticket That poker makes me broker Every Saturday night But I still got running water And they ain't cut off the lights Come Friday night, my friends and I, Start peeling off them labels Working hard all week puts the beer on the table Eighteen bucks an hour and a million dollar tan All them woman whistle at me While I'm working for the man Making me some cold hard cash Out in that summer sun Come Friday I'll have money But by Monday I'll have none Once the bills are paid and that bass boat tank Has gone from E to F I fill that big ol' cooler up There ain't a whole lot left But I got gas in my truck, butter on my biscuits, A couple bucks when I'm itching For a scratch-off ticket That poker makes me broker Every Saturday night But I still got running water And they ain't cut off the lights Come Friday night, my friends and I, Start peeling off them labels Working hard all week puts the beer on the table Oh, oh, I'm a simple man, yes I am All I need is a few good friends and a good job, And a good dog, Maybe a woman that understands A little gas in my truck, butter on my biscuit, A couple bucks when I'm itching For a scratch-off ticket That poker makes me broker Every Saturday night But I still got running water And they ain't cut off the lights Come Friday night, my friends and I, Start peeling off them labels Working hard all week, yeah, Puts the beer on the table Puts the beer on the table Would y'all pass me another one Of them cold cans?