Travis Tritt - Blue Collar Man lyrics

I don't like hanging out with a high dollar crowd

I ain't no socialite, I'm a little too loud

I don't do garden parties sipping hot tea

Down in some honky tonk, brother

That's the place for me

A hard days living 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 dragging feeling barely alive

The kids are screaming, house is turned upside down

Need a bulldozer just to find my way around

We don't like caviar, we like our soup from a can, yeah

Yeah, I keep my life simple

I'm a blue collar man

Don't need computers handling 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 living with these two hard working hands

Won't ever be no millionaire

I'm a blue collar man

Won't never be no millionaire

I'm a blue collar man

Blue collar man...