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Well, he'd rather be pushing up daisies than Working for the man There's just something 'bout the way he don't Give a damn Well, 6:00 comes early When he's up till 5:00 He's never in a hurry, he's livin' on borrowed time There's dirt on his boots And mud on his tires He's got an old Silverado It's pushing half a million country miles Amphetamine Nicotine Sunday praying in blue jeans I said, it's all part of his routine It's all part of his plan It ain't much of a new thing He's just a blue collared everyday man I'm talkin' 'bout Dan He grows smoke in the back 40 On family land You're gonna wanna be on the good side Of his mean right hand Letras de cancionesMornings are blurry 'Cause he's up all night He's never in a hurry He's livin' off his own time There's tread on the road And non' on his tires He's got an old Silverado It's pushing half a million country miles Amphetamine Nicotine Sunday praying in blue jeans I said, it's all part of his routine It's all part of his plan It ain't much of a new thing He's just a blue collared everyday man I'm talkin' 'bout Dan Now he likes the ol' time rock n' roll A bass drum beat that's beating just way down low He's got long hair and a worn out grin And he's always got a Marlboro Red hanging there above his chin Some call him crazy Some don't at all But when it comes to the party Now he's first person anyone calls for Amphetamine Nicotine Burning midnight oil like caffeine Up all night in his blue jeans Then it's Sunday praying in the same thing I said it's all part of his routine It's all part of his plan It ain't much of a new thing He's just a blue collared everyday man I'm talkin' 'bout Dan Yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout Dan One, two, three, four From Letras Mania