Respectfully, Blue Collar

I’ve heard Jimmy say,

It’s five o’clock somewhere.

Well, I can tell time,

And it may be I’m nowhere,

But in this small town,

It’s just dark mornin’s and darker nights,

Workin’ from sunrise,

‘Till the glow of fireflies.

‘Round here between 4 pm and 4 am,

There’s enough time,

For a shower and shave,

And getn' ready for the next day.

Fix’n saddles and ropin’ cattle,

I find myself too tired to sleep,

After weeks of brandin’ calves,

And countin’ sheep.

And when Sunday rolls ’round,

They think I bow my head just for show,

But for me, prayer time is nap time,

And confession is a Marlboro.

So, Jimmy, I look around,

And it ain’t nothin’ but hills and fields.

And I’m reminded I’m nowhere,

While it’s five o’clock somewhere.

But if you could hop on your plane,

And share some of that ‘Hurricane’,

I’d certainly give you a holler,

Respectfully,

Blue Collar.