I don't like hangin' out with a high dollar crowd I ain't no socialite I'm a little too loud I don't do garden parties sippin' hot tea Down in some honky tonk, brother That's the place for me
A hard days livin' is all that I understand Well, I owe my soul to MasterCard I'm a blue collar man
I bust my bottom every day eight to five I come home draggin' feelin' barely alive The kids are screamin', house is turned upside down Need a bulldozer just to find my way around
Don't like caviar, we like our soup from a can Yeah, I keep my life simple I'm a blue collar man
Don't need computers handlin' my bank account Balance my checkbook there's a zero amount Four-carat diamond's not on my lady's hand We live a life rich folks could never understand
I make my livin' with these two hard workin' hands Won't ever be no millionaire I'm a blue collar man
Won't ever be no millionaire I'm a blue collar man I'm a blue collar man I'm a blue collar man
Compositores: Gary Robert Rossington (Gary Rossington), James Travis Tritt (Tritt Travis) ECAD: Obra #205360