Four-lane highway Traffic’s all backed up Just your bad luck You’re gonna be late again To a job that you hate A boss that you can’t stand Want to give a finger to the man But you can’t Got to kiss that bu*t You got five mouths to feed Job provides for your needs And money don’t grow on trees But the worries pile up Like leaves on autumn ground Lower leaf can be found But when you feel like you’re out of luck You really ain’t You can take it to the bank And put a cane pole in your hand Let the stress just swim away Think about your old man Take it to the bank Where the therapy is free When the world seems to get you You can’t think straight Take it to the bank Can’t seem to get along Seems everything you say She takes the wrong way And your patience is wearing thin Think you’ve done all you can Stood more than any man You love her but it just don’t seem to be enough But it is Need to clear your head So you can find your heart And tell you where to start To save what’s left You know what’s at stake You know what it’s worth She’s still your best friend Make no mistake Take it to the bank And put a cane pole in your hand Let the stress just swim away Think about your old man Take it to the bank Where the therapy is free When the world seems to get you You can’t think straight Take it to the bank And talk to God about your troubles Lean on his shoulder He once was a fisherman like you When you’re sitting on the freeway Watching time as it slips away If you look to heaven And you listen closely too You might be surprised What he tells you to do Take it to the bank Put a cane pole in your hand Let the stress just swim away Talk to God and your old man Take it to the bank Where the therapy is free When the world seems to get you You can’t think straight Take it to the bank Take it to the bank You can take it to the bank