Bubba's Song

Song Length 3:29 Genre Country - Rock

Lyrics


Well I know someday, somehow, I'm gonna shake these blues
And these worries that I have now are gonna be old news
I've got babies to feed and bills to pay
I've been workin damn near every day
You'd think by now, by God, I've paid my dues

Chorus
You know the life of luxury for the workin man
Shouldn't depend on winning lottery numbers in his hand
I'm not gonna be poor til the day I die
I've got a bigger prize starin me straight in the eye
Cause I'm fed up, sick and tired of just getting by

I'm gonna run for president of the United States
With the common man behind me, we'll win that race
Well I don't care if they call me trailer trash
When this Bubba's elected they can kiss my ass
I'm gonna drive my pickup right through those gates

Chorus
Well the life of luxury of the workin man
Shouldn't depend on winning lottery numbers in his hand
I'm not gonna be poor til the day I die
I've got a bigger prize starin me straight in the eye
Cause I'm fed up, sick and tired of just getting by

Well my fellow Americans, the state of the Union is fine
We have no more deficit, we pay our bills on time
Cause we no longer import from foreign lands
Everything we need is made with American hands
It's time we all chewed on a piece of that pie

Chorus
You know the life of luxury for the workin man
Shouldn't depend on the winning lottery numbers in his hand
I'm not gonna be poor til the day I die
I've got a bigger prize starin me straight in the eye
Cause I'm fed up, sick and tired of just getting by


Lyrics Matthew Fowler Music Matthew Fowler

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