โหลดเพลง mp3 Blue Collar Man - Travis Tritt

I don't like hangin' out with a high dollar crowd
I ain't no socialite I'm a little too loud

I don't do garden parties sippin' hot tea

Down in some honky tonk brother
That's the place for me
A hard days livin' is all that I understand

Well I owe my soul to MasterCard
I'm a blue collar man

I bust my bottom every day eight to five
I come home draggin' feelin' barely alive
The kids are screamin' house is turned upside down
Need a bulldozer just to find my way around
Don't like caviar we like our soup from a can

Yeah I keep my life simple
I'm a blue collar man

Don't need computers handlin' my bank account
Balance my checkbook there's a zero amount
Four-carat diamond's not on my lady's hand
We live a life rich folks could never understand

I make my livin' with these two hard workin' hands

Won't ever be no millionaire
I'm a blue collar man

Won't ever be no millionaire

I'm a blue collar man

I'm a blue collar man