Silver Dollar

Well, I make about four bucks for every hour that goes by
And it comes to just enough so I can get high
Quitting time rolls around and it's home and have a bite
And a few hours later cut the lights

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But I can sit in the Silver Dollar for about a buck a beer
And I really can't remember when last my mind was clear
'Cause it's always cluttered by thinking things I fear
Like maybe it all don't mean a thing

The bosses that I've had always seem to know
That my mind's not on my work and I just wish that I could go
Back to my apartment and sit there in the dark
And play on my old guitar

Keeping my hands busy 'cause my mind won't let me be
You know the shifting of the sands answers none of it for me
But you got to keep it up 'cause the bills are not for free
And a few days ago they cut the lights

Wake up in the morning, wash the sleep out of my eyes
They've seen a lot of something, Lord, but it hasn't made 'em wise
Shuffle down to work and have coffee with the guys
And a few years from now, I'll cut the lights