My older brother Tommy was a lineman, rest his soul His job was hanging hot wires on them high-line power poles Every morning bright and early, he'd climb way up in the sky And I never understood it, so one day I asked him why He said, it pays big money and man, I'm into that It pays big money if you're willing to take a chance Let me tell you something, sonny, you ought to see my bank account It pays big money but he sure can't spend it now Well, my late Uncle Charlie, was this demolition hound He'd travel across the country blowing buildings to the ground He carried a case of dynamite seemed everywhere he went And he smoked them big long cigars and he'd wink at you and grin He said, it pays big money, man, I'm into that It pays big money if you're willing to take a chance Let me tell you something, sonny, you ought to see my bank account It pays big money but he sure can't spend it now Well, now the moral of this story, boys Is don't go getting yourself killed Be kind to your rich relatives They just might put you in their will And that pays big money and we're all into that It pays big money and big money's where it's at Let me tell you something, sonny, you ought to see my bank account It pays big money and we're rolling in it now It pays big money, having foolish kin It pays big money, guess I owe it all to them Let me show you something, sonny, take a look at this bank account It pays big money, let's go spend some of it now © SHAWN CAMP MUSIC; FORESHADOW SONGS INC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com