No classes in the US of A
Make friends quick, buy them beer
The old country’s in the back of his mind
It makes me sad, work on up another four miles
And all this changed, we’re sure of the rides
Work at your job, you can make it pay
I won’t see my dollar go where they rig it
High numbers low numbers 8 ball break
I’m at the wheel of the company truck
High numbers, low numbers, eight ball break
See how I will run the table
Improve yourself, the choice is yours
The last cent is coming out of his head
On the road and all alone
I hope they keep down the price of gas
I hope his home is somewhere you go to sleep
High numbers, low numbers, eight ball break
Sometimes I think money is my only goal
You never know when you’re gonna lose them
I shoot fast while you’re talking dollars
To be honest or a son like his own
