Well, I don't want to hear your ideas I finally like it hereEvery man's got his job to do Every man drinks his own beerAnd I'm not too far from foreman If I get it, that's okayI could buy my wife her own TV The foreman's raising payAnd my wife, she's let herself go some I've let myself go tooBut I still love her like I always did There's nothing else to doI had two weeks off in August We went to Washington, D.C.My wife, she's got a brother down there And there were some thingsI always wanted to see We took a greyhound back to AshlandI watched the turnpike all the way And as we left New York behindI had no words to say My wife nodded off so soonSlept all the way to the mass line But everything's okay, I told myselfEverything is fine And if it hadn't have been for whiskeyI never would have made it through our first few yearsBut every man breaks down with time And now those whiskeys, they're just weakand beersNo, I don't want to hear your ideas I finally like it hereEvery man's got his job to do Every man drinks his own beerAnd I've got the sun in the morning I get the cold every nightWell if I had to do it all again I'd have been born in flight