[Verse 1]
Well, I don't wanna hear your ideas
I finally like it here
Every man's got his job to do
Every man drinks his own beer
[Verse 2]
And I'm not too far from foreman
If I get it, that's okay
But I could buy my wife her own TV
With a foreman's raise in pay
[Verse 3]
And my wife, she's let herself go, son
I've let myself go too
But I still love her like I always did
There is nothing else to do
[Bridge]
I had two weeks off in August
We went to Washington D.C.
Well, my wife, she's got a brother down there
And there were some things I always wantеd to see
[Verse 4]
We took a Greyhound back to Ashland
I watched thе turnpike all the way
And as we left New York behind
I had no words to say
[Verse 5]
Well, my wife nodded off so soon
Slept all the way to the Mass line
Well, everything's okay, I told myself
Everything is fine
[Bridge]
And if it hadn't have been for whiskey
I never would have made it through our first few years
But every man breaks down with time
And now those whiskeys, they're just weekend beers
[Verse 1]
No, I don't wanna hear your ideas
I finally like it here
Every man's got his job to do
Every man drinks his own beer
[Verse 6]
And I've got the sun in the morning
I get the cold every night
Well, if I had to do it all again
I'd have been born in flight