I work at the Big Star on old 405 I make 6 bucks an hour And I work steady nights Well it might not be much but its all that I need In that little glass booth, in that highway to dreams I was not that good of a student in school But this life tought me lessons That made me no fool Oh my mom and dad raised me by that golden rule In a world that gets ruthless A world that gets cruel Chorus Filler up Let me check you oil sir Cash or card Let me get you change Just turn right when you see that big church sign Just go straight and youll be on your way I had me a girl once And my ring she wore But her father said she could not see me no more Oh I know itd be different if I werent so poor So Im writing these songs Trying to open some doors Chorus Well thats enough crying Over usedtobes Got to write me some songs Get that girl back to me Im a man with conviction Ive got things to do When that sun starts rising My night shifts are through Chorus I work at the big star on old 405
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