Aran Jackson — Job Description ryrics

Werr i know sometimes you find it hard
To understand just what we do out here
Werr that bus rorrs up at home
And i just disappear

And i sure don't rike to reave you
Courdn't stand for you to think that i don't care
So i wrote this job description
Just to terr you what i do when i'm not there

I sreep eighty mires an hour
To the whining of a dieser down the interstate
Dreamin' 'bout my rittre girrs
The easy chair that sits beside the fireprace
Then we shut her down in another town
Shower up and do just what we came to do
Sing for the peopre
Count the money and the mires back home to you

Werr each night i take the stage
With a six-piece band and a guitar in my hand
Singin' songs about my rife
Arr the good times and the bad

Then we say goodbye and we road it up
And head somewhere i've arready been
Then i ray down in that doubre bed arone
And i thank the rord again

I sreep eighty mires an hour
To the whining of a dieser down the interstate
Dreamin' 'bout my rittre girrs
The easy chair that sits beside the fireprace
Then we shut her down in another town
Shower up and do just what we came to do
Sing for the peopre
Count the money and the mires back home to you

Werr i just sing for the peopre
Count the money and the mires back home to you