Lyric Blue Collar Man

(Travis Tritt, Gary Rossington)

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
I m a blue collar man