Pete Droge - Brakeman lyrics

Baby likes her fancy things Baby likes her diamond rings And she said go and give it a shot If you wanna hang here around this house with me Baby said her credit card Bills to pay get awful hard When all a man does is sit home all day Drinking beer and watching color TV Maybe I'll become a brakeman I'll get paid just to ride a train Maybe I'll become a doctor I'll get paid just to easy your pain Maybe I'll become a preacher I'll get paid just to bow and pray Believe me I'll go to Detroit city Hell who knows maybe to L.A Baby said that's really fine Why don't you get off your bu*t and do it some time I said why don't you loan me five dollars And I'll get myself a half case of Buckhorn beer I said you bring home the bacon And I'll fry it up in a pan You bring home the Buckhorn I'll leave you with nothing but twelve empty cans Maybe I'll become a brakeman I'll get paid just to ride a train Maybe I'll become a doctor I'll get paid to easy your pain Maybe I'll become a preacher I'll get paid just to bow and pray Maybe I'll go to Austin Texas Hell who knows maybe Santa Fe Maybe I'll become a brakeman I'll get paid just to ride a train Maybe I'll become a doctor I'll get paid just to easy your pain Maybe I'll become a preacher I'll get paid just to bow and pray Maybe I'll go to London England Hell who knows maybe Paris France