Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the florida border, yea up to nashville tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honkytonk Along come mr yankee slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want
(chorus) Want you to sign your contract Want you to sign today Gonna give you lots of money Workin' for mca
9000 dollars, that's all we could win But we smiled at the yankee slicker with a big ol' southern grin They're gonna take me out to california gonna make me a superstar Just pay me all of my money and mister maybe you won't get a scar
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Suckers took my money since I was seventeen If it ain't no pencil pusher, it got to be a honkytonk queen But I'll sign my contract baby, and I wan't you people to know That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goes
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