I don't want to hear your ideas,
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 T .V.
With a foreman's raise in pay
And my wife, she's let herself go some
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.
she's got a brother down there
And there were some things
We took a greyhound back to Ashland
I watched the turnpike all the way
And as we left New York behind
Well, my wife nodded off so soon
Slept all the way to the mass line
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
are just wheat and beers.
No, I don't wanna hear your ideas,
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