Some folks think self employment Is a full time vacation Sometimes it can be for a few days But those people didn't see the times When I was sittin' on the sofa Crying like a baby Because I didn't know How I was gonna feed my family the next week I work when the sun comes up Still workin' when the sun goes down My boss lives in my head Screw it up and get run outta town I send the quote, then wait Staring at the office door One week it’s too much Next week it’s wanting more And I know the rule You do it right You don’t get tired You don’t miss the fight If they call, you move If you blink, you lose That’s the game I signed That’s the road I choose Between invoices Between good times and bad I’m holding my breath Hoping my kids won't be sad No room to slip No room to crawl One shot, one chance That’s all, don't drop the ball Customer wants gold Like it’s easy as a snap They want the cleanest edge With a perfect little wrap And if the first pass fails They won’t ask what went wrong They just want the whole thing fixed And it can't take too long I’m the call, I'm the fix The answer in the dark But the payment might arrive After the bills eat half the mark So I try to keep my mind straight Keep my tools laid out Keep one eye on the work One eye on the drought Because every day’s a bet And every bill still knows my name I can win the week And still feel like I’m in the same Between invoices Between payments that might be slow I’m holding my breath Gotta go on with the show No room to slip No room to crawl One shot, one chance That’s all, don't drop the ball Some days I stand ten feet tall Some days I’m made of sand One good month, then two thin ones And I’m back to wringing my hands Still I load up the truck Still I show up clean Still I chase the next yes Gotta keep goin' like a machine Gotta make hay while the sun shines Cause sooner or later it's gonna rain Between invoices Between payments that might be late I’m holding my breath Hopin' they're paid by date No room to slip No room to crawl One shot, one chance Can't slip or I'll hit the wall Between invoices Between payments that might be late I’m still standing here Hoping somebody calls so I can keep the bills straight 26 years makin' my own way Unlike me It never gets old Drawing nearer Is my final day
