Overtime

(They're going fast and real left, son) (They're going fast and left) (Fuck yeah, woohoo) Hey there, darlin', won't you love me down? I'm fifty-one miles out in interstate town I just decided I ain't keeping quiet and I'm free I lost my family to a bad disease I got a mean, mean gene in my family tree That grows in grandfather and his daughters, and me, ya see And I wanna stay humble, I wanna stay hungry I wanna hear my father say that he loves me I never gave a shit about being arrogant anyway So hold on tight 'Cause I'll be working overtime They told me that I couldn't and I shouldn't even try Ever since I was a child, been working for a while, overtime They said I's a wanna be cowboy from a cut throat town With tattooed skin and nobody around "Your songs sound the same, you'll never make a name for yourself" But I've been scraping by my whole damn life And granddaddy worked a double 'til the day he died Said, "Never let this worlds earthly pride get you down" No matter who you know, no matter what you do I'll become what I deserve when it's all through And you'll be there asking yourself why So hold on tight 'Cause I'll be working overtime They told me that I couldn't and I shouldn't even try Ever since I was a child, been working for a while, overtime