Overtime

Hey there, darling, won't you love me down?

I'm fifty-one miles out in interstate town

I just decided I ain't keeping quiet, and I'm free

I lost my family to a bad disease

I got a mean, mean gene in my family tree

That grows in Grandfather and his daughters and me, you see

And I want to stay humble, I want to stay hungry

I want to hear my father say that he loves me

I never gave a shit about being arrogant anyway

So hold on tight

'Cause I'll be working overtime

They told me that I couldn't, and I shouldn't even try

Ever since I was a child, been working for a while, overtime

They said I's a wanna-be cowboy from a cutthroat town

With tattooed skin and nobody around

Your songs sound the same, you'll never make a name for yourself

But I been scraping by my whole damn life

And Granddaddy worked a double till the day he died

Said, "Never let this world's earthly pride get you down"

No matter who you know, no matter what you do

I'll become what I deserve when it's all through

And you'll be there asking yourself why

So hold on tight

'Cause I'll be working overtime

They told me that I couldn't, and I shouldn't even try

Ever since I was a child, been working for a while, overtime