Blue Collar Man

(Travis Tritt, Gary Rossington) I don`t like hangin` out with a high dollar crowd I ain`t no socialite I`m a little too loud I don`t do garden parties sippin` hot tea Down in some honky tonk brother That`s the place for me A hard days livin` is all that I understand Well I owe my soul to MasterCard I`m a blue collar man I bust my bottom every day eight to five I come home draggin` feelin` barely alive The kids are screamin`, house is turned upside down Need a bulldozer just to find my way around Don`t like caviar, we like our soup from a can Yeah I keep my life simple I`m a blue collar man Don`t need computers handlin` my bank account Balance my checkbook there`s a zero amount Four-carat diamond`s not on my lady`s hand We live a life rich folks could never understand I make my livin` with these two hard workin` hands Won`t ever be no millionaire I`m a blue collar man Won`t ever be no millionaire I`m a blue collar man I`m a blue collar man I`m a blue collar man