[Verse] Moppin floors in the dead of night Wiping gold chairs till they shine so bright Rich folks sippin on their champagne glow They don’t see the mud on my boots below [Chorus] Country boy in a world so cold Servin up dreams to the fat and bold They snap their fingers they call my name Karen’s screamin I’m the one to blame [Verse 2] Caviar crumbs on their diamond plates Sweat drips down as I haul their crates Ain’t no weed just a mop in hand Dreamin of the hills where I used to stand [Chorus] Country boy in a world so cold Servin up dreams to the fat and bold They snap their fingers they call my name Karen’s screamin I’m the one to blame [Bridge] Play that guitar with a gritty wail Slide through the strings like a rusty rail Kick up the beat with a southern grind Sing it loud for the working kind [Verse 3] Tables turn but not for me While they laugh I’m down on my knees Polishin silver that ain’t mine to hold Dreamin of a world that ain’t bought and sold
