I got a job but it ain't nearly enough. A twenty thousand dollar pickup truck. Belongs to me and the bank and some funny talkin' man from Iran. I left the service and got a G.I. loan. I got married bought myself a home. Now I hang around this one horse town and do the best than I can. Gettin' tough. Just my luck. I was born in the land of plenty now there ain't enough. Gettin' cold. I've been told. Nowadays it just don't pay to be a good ol' boy. Been goin' nowhere down a one-way track. I'd kill to leave it but ain't no turnin' back. Got the wife and the kids and what would everybody say. My brother's standin' on a welfare line. And any minute now I might get mine. Meanwhile it's the I.R.S. and the devil to pay. I hit the beer joints every Friday night. Spend a little money lookin' for a fight. It don't matter if I lose or win. 'Cause Monday I'm back on the losin' end again