Well, I don't want to hear your ideas I finally like it here
Every man's got his job to do Every man drinks his own beer
And I'm not too far from foreman If I get it, that's okay
I could buy my wife her own TV The foreman's raising pay
And my wife, she's let herself go some I've let myself go too
But I still love her like I always did There's nothing else to do
I 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 things
I always wanted to see We took a greyhound back to Ashland
I watched the turnpike all the way And as we left New York behind
I had no words to say My wife nodded off so soon
Slept all the way to the mass line But everything's okay, I told myself
Everything is fine 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 weak
and beers
No, I don't want to hear your ideas I finally like it here
Every man's got his job to do Every man drinks his own beer
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