Well I make good money, But that cost of livin’ got me drownin’, Said, I make good money, Yeah, but that cost of livin’ got me drownin’, Every dollar I’m earnin’ Got a hole in it, just sinkin’ down and goin’ gone. Boss says I’m doin’ fine, keep my head up, stay on track, Yeah the boss say I’m doin’ fine, tells me, “don’t get lost in that drawback,” But the rent keep creepin’ higher Like a monkey climbin’ my back. Groceries up, gas up, lights won’t cut me no slack, Goddamn groceries up, gas up, lights won’t cut me no slack, By the time I hit payday That paycheck already lookin’ back. I ain’t lazy, I ain’t broke, I just can’t get ahead… I ain’t lazy, I ain’t broke, I just can’t get ahead, No I ain’t lazy, I ain’t broke, I just can’t get ahead, Cost of livin’ got its hands on me Like a loan over my death bed. So I play these worried notes, let my harmonica tell the truth, Yeah I play these worried notes, let my guitar tell the truth, If money’s the measure of freedom, Then freedom’s got a hell of a fuckin’ price too.
