Three Kids & Three Beers

Six AM, the coffee's thin and black

My knees are creakin' and my lower back

Three pairs of muddy cleats across the floor

And half-baked homework by the kitchen door (hoo-wee)

I'm pushing forty-five, carrying some weight

Running on coffee and arriving late But we're loading up the truck,

here we go

Oh, we're juggling the dreams on a working man's dime Trying to

catch a break and get to practice on time Got a dent

in the fender and some holes in my shoes But we're singing

along to the working-man blues (yee-haw)

Coach says my boy is swinging for the fence

But the cost of new equipment makes no sense Got a squeak

in the alternator, bills in the mail Just a tired heavy daddy

riding on the rail (hahaha)

Oh, we're juggling the dreams on a working man's dime Trying to

catch a break and get to practice on time Got a dent

in the fender and some holes in my shoes But we're singing

along to the working-man blues (yeah)

Yeah, we're singing along Just keep rolling along (mm-hmm)