Ahhhhhgggg!
Ohhh ... seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me
From the Florida border, yes, up to Nashville Tennessee
I worked in every joint you can name, yessuh, every honkytonk
Along come Mister Yankee Slicker, sayin' maybe you what I want
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' for MCA
Ohhh ... nine thousand dollars, that's all we could win
But we smiled at the Yankee Slicker with a big ol' Southern grin
They're gonna take me out to California, gonna make me a superstar
Just pay me all my money and maybe you won't get a scar
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' for MCA
Ohhh ... slickers steal my money, since I was seventeen
If it ain't no pencil pusher, then it got to be a honkytonk queen
But I'll sign my contract, baby, and I want you people to know
Every penny that I make, I want to see where my money goes
Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' for MCA
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