We all go on a two month tour and nearly work ourselves sick
Now we don't know where all the money goes but we sure aint getting rich
I think the fat men in New York and L.A. are giving us the whole run around
You bring 50,000 home and he says your overdrawn, it'll just about get you down
Just about get you down
But we keep on pickin', and we keep on singing
And we try and try to get high but we can keep on grinning
Oh you wish you had home and someone of your own to love you when you get back in town
But this kind of live don't cotton to wife
It'll just about get you down, Just about get you down
Solo