Broke Boy Blues
No money for the extra things
None set aside for diamond rings
Everyone's got their opinion
But most don't know shit
I'm up everyday before the sun
Nothing to prove to anyone
Make enough to pay the rent
But not enough to quit
Just players in the game of life
Nothing for sure trying to be alright
Struggle of the working man to keep it together
Prioritize what matters most
Every pay check only cuts so close
We survived for generations
And will forever
Broke boy blues
Spent my money on tattoos
Five dollar liqour flowing thru
Go to church but don't improve
Broke boy blues
Got no money got no shoes
Live my life but what's the use
Need to move on to something new
Black coffee to open up my eyes
Lost all I won with loaded dice
Nothing left for me to do
But keep walking on
I'm gonna string up the boys
And start a band
Throw the pills away
Ease my shaky hand
Tell the story of my life
Thru all of my sons
Broke boy blues
Got no money for tattoos
Got no money for new shoes
Lived the life and paid the dues
Broke boy blues
Getting up for work everyday
To survive and to get paid
Making sure everything's okay
Broke boy blues
Got no money for tattoos
Got no money for new shoes
Lived the life and paid the dues
None set aside for diamond rings
Everyone's got their opinion
But most don't know shit
I'm up everyday before the sun
Nothing to prove to anyone
Make enough to pay the rent
But not enough to quit
Just players in the game of life
Nothing for sure trying to be alright
Struggle of the working man to keep it together
Prioritize what matters most
Every pay check only cuts so close
We survived for generations
And will forever
Broke boy blues
Spent my money on tattoos
Five dollar liqour flowing thru
Go to church but don't improve
Broke boy blues
Got no money got no shoes
Live my life but what's the use
Need to move on to something new
Black coffee to open up my eyes
Lost all I won with loaded dice
Nothing left for me to do
But keep walking on
I'm gonna string up the boys
And start a band
Throw the pills away
Ease my shaky hand
Tell the story of my life
Thru all of my sons
Broke boy blues
Got no money for tattoos
Got no money for new shoes
Lived the life and paid the dues
Broke boy blues
Getting up for work everyday
To survive and to get paid
Making sure everything's okay
Broke boy blues
Got no money for tattoos
Got no money for new shoes
Lived the life and paid the dues
Credits
Writer(s): Shane Tippit
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