It Ain't Workin' - Arty Hill

It Ain't Workin' Lyrics

Well I cracked my head on the barroom floor
Wiped up the blood and went back for more
I fight like the devil and I fight to win
Keep my chin in the air and I never give in
Chorus
It ain’t working, it ain’t working
It might sound like a winner but it ain’t working for me
I told my woman, don’t you give me no sass
Just put the dinner on the stove and a shine on the brass
She said I’m a free damn woman, and you ain’t the king
Better learn to fry a chicken while I hock this ring
Repeat Chorus
I got a green Cadillac worth twenty grand
But I’m always being tailed by the repo man
When I see him coming I give him a shout

Hey man I’ll give you hundred bucks to work this whole thing out
Repeat Chorus
Well I’m a hard-handed man, son I ain’t no simp
I’m divorced and I’m busted and I walk with a limp
I lived my life the hard way
Learned myself a lesson, now I’ll give it away
Repeat Chorus
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Lyrics submitted by Arty Hill.