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Workin'

Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me

From the Florida border, yes up to Nashville, Tennessee

I worked in every joint you can name, mister, every honky tonk

Along come Mr. Yankee slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I wantWant you to sign your contract

Want you to sign today

Gonna give you lots of money

Workin' for MCAOh nine thousand dollars, that's all we could win

But we smiled at the Yankee slicker with a big ol' Southern grin

They're gonna take me out to California, gonna make me a superstar

Just pay me all of my money, mister, maybe you won't get a scarWant you to sign your contract

Want you to sign today

Gonna give you lots of money

Workin' for MCASuckers took my money since I was seventeen

If it ain't no pencil pusher, it got to be a honky tonk queen

But I'll sign my contract baby and I want you people to know

That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goesWant you to sign your contract

Want you to sign today

Gonna give you lots of money

Workin' for MCA

Songwriters

EDWARD C. KING, RONNIE VAN ZANTPublished by

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