| Seven years of hard luck, coming down on me
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| From the Florida border, yea up to Nashville Tennessee
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| I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honkytonk
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| Along come Mr Yankee Slicker, saying maybe you’re what I want
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| Want you to sign your contract
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| Want you to sign today
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| Gonna give you lots of money
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| Workin' For MCA
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| 9000 dollars, that’s all we could win
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| But we smiled at the Yankee Slicker with a big ol' Southern grin
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| They’re gonna take me out to California gonna make me a superstar
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| Just pay me all of my money and mister maybe you won’t get a scar
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| Want you to sign your contract
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| Want you to sign today
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| Gonna give you lots of money
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| Workin' For MCA
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| Suckers took my money since I was seventeen
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| If it ain’t no pencil pusher, it got to be a honkytonk queen
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| But I’ll sign my contract baby, and I wan’t you people to know
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| That every penny that I make, I’m gonna see where my money goes
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| Want you to sign your contract
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| Want you to sign today
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| Gonna give you lots of money
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| Workin' For MCA |