Job Description - Alan Jackson

Well I know sometimes you find it hard

To understand just what we do out here

Well that bus rolls up at home

And I just disappear

And I sure don’t like to leave you

Couldn’t stand for you to think that I don’t care

So I wrote this job description

Just to tell you what I do when I’m not there

I sleep eighty miles an hour

To the whining of a diesel down the interstate

Dreamin' 'bout my little girls

The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace

Then we shut her down in another town

Shower up and do just what we came to do

Sing for the people

Count the money and the miles back home to you

Well each night I take the stage

With a six piece band and a guitar in my hand

Singin' songs about my life

All the good times and the bad

Then we say goodbye and we load it up

And head somewhere I’ve already been

Then I lay down in that double bed alone

And I thank the Lord again

I sleep eighty miles an hour

To the whining of a diesel down the interstate

Dreamin' 'bout my little girls

The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace

Then we shut her down in another town

Shower up and do just what we came to do

Sing for the people

Count the money and the miles back home to you

Well I just sing for the people

Count the money and the miles back home to you