Lyrics Take It to the Bank - Tracy Byrd

Take It to the Bank

Four-lane highway
Traffic’s all backed up
Just your bad luck
You’re gonna be late again
To a job that you hate
A boss that you can’t stand
Want to give a finger to the man
But you can’t
Got to kiss that butt
You got five mouths to feed
Job provides for your needs
And money don’t grow on trees
But the worries pile up
Like leaves on autumn ground
Lower leaf can be found
But when you feel like you’re out of luck
You really ain’t
You can take it to the bank
And put a cane pole in your hand
Let the stress just swim away
Think about your old man
Take it to the bank
Where the therapy is free
When the world seems to get you
You can’t think straight
Take it to the bank
Can’t seem to get along
Seems everything you say
She takes the wrong way
And your patience is wearing thin
Think you’ve done all you can
Stood more than any man
You love her but it just don’t seem to be enough
But it is
Need to clear your head
So you can find your heart
And tell you where to start
To save what’s left
You know what’s at stake
You know what it’s worth
She’s still your best friend
Make no mistake
Take it to the bank
And put a cane pole in your hand
Let the stress just swim away
Think about your old man
Take it to the bank
Where the therapy is free
When the world seems to get you
You can’t think straight
Take it to the bank
And talk to God about your troubles
Lean on his shoulder
He once was a fisherman like you
When you’re sitting on the freeway
Watching time as it slips away
If you look to heaven
And you listen closely too
You might be surprised
What he tells you to do
Take it to the bank
Put a cane pole in your hand
Let the stress just swim away
Talk to God and your old man
Take it to the bank
Where the therapy is free
When the world seems to get you
You can’t think straight
Take it to the bank
Take it to the bank
You can take it to the bank