Blue Collar Man Songtext
von Travis Tritt

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

Blue collar, blue collar man
I′m a blue collar man...