Quit Playing That Goddamn Country Music

E A 4am, gas already brewing E B7 And my boots are still wet from the concrete I was moving E A Another day, me and the boys get to brusin' E B7 E On a house none of us could ever afford to move in E A It's stove top hot, face redder than a ruby E B7 And I'm racking up hours like a Tarantino movie E A Hurtin' for the weekend but we ain't even done with Tuesday E B7 E E7 Day dreaming in a lot of all the places I wish I could be E7 A E And they tell me quit, playing that goddamn country music B7 E E7 Boy get your head on straight, what the hell are you doing E7 A E But im sick of this job , breaking bricks just to get paid like an apprentice B7 E Rather be trynna sell tickets to shows that don't exist yet E A E B7 E E A Hate how each day I gotta keep on lacing 'em up E B7 Workin' like a dog but money still tighter than hand-me-ups E A Gonna cut out of town, but I ain't paid off this truck E B7 E E7 Well I'll head four states down, credit union can track my dust E7 A E And they tell me quit, playing that goddamn country music B7 E E7 Boy get your head on straight, what the hell are you doing E7 A E But I’m sick of this job, breaking bricks just to get paid like an apprentice B7 E Rather be trynna sell tickets to shows that don't exist yet E A E B7 E E A In Houston now, and I've learned my way around E B7 Can't play at the bars cause the folks don't like my sound E A And they got my truck, been sleeping on the ground E B7 E E7 Still beats swinging a hammer, knocking dry wall down E7 A E And they tell me quit, playing that goddamn country music B7 E E7 Boy get your head on straight, what the hell are you doing E7 A E Well I’m sick of this job, breaking bricks just to get paid like an apprentice B7 E Rather be trynna sell tickets to shows that don't exist yet