11 dollars an hour, can't wait to get paid

Lord knows I'll be working, for the rest of my days

Or instead I'll quit, and I'll get on the road

Pickin' this old guitar, until the pickin' gets old

It'll take me a day or two to get down to your place

This working life's no good to me and I'm dead broke anyway

I ain't got a dime no, and rent's just too damn high

Well Boston sure is nice but Lord I'm leaving tonight

I reckon if I make it, I'll just live off the land

Maybe sing some Haggard, in a small country band

That oughta pay my bar tab, and get a few for the road

Where I'll keep on pickin', until the pickin' gets old

As these tattoos keep fadin', well the liquor sticks 'round

And as long as it's nearby, well I'll throw it on down

Was never cut out for working, at least that's what I was told

So I'll keep on pickin', until the pickin' gets old

It'll take me a day or two to get down to your place

This working life's no good to me and I'm dead broke anyway

I ain't got a dime no, and rent's just too damn high

Well Boston sure is nice but Lord I'm leaving tonight

Well Boston sure is nice but Lord I'm leaving tonight