Ten Tonne Truck - Tami Neilson

Daddy born poor, Mama was too

Walkin' through the snow, plastic bags on their shoes

Papa sellin' houses, sleepin' in a car

Poor baby’s in the backseat underneath the stars

Well, hey, hey

Just work a little harder

Hey, hey

Punchin' that clock

With work and prayer and a little bit of luck

Make so much money, need a ten tonne truck

Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha

Well, the bank took the house when Daddy lost his job

Put a hitch on the back of Mama’s little silver Dodge

Drove with nothin' but our clothes and guitar

Right down to Nashville, gonna be big stars

Hey, hey

Just work a little harder

Hey, hey

Punchin' that clock

With work and prayer and a little bit of luck

Make so much money, need a ten tonne truck

Ah, ha-ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha

Well, you scratch and you claw and you try to make a livin'

Pay dues, get moved right back to the beginning

When the pie gets bigger everybody wants a slice

What I’ve been cookin' since back in '89

Well, hey, hey

Just work a little harder

Hey, hey

Punchin' that clock

With work and prayer and a little bit of luck

Make so much money, need a ten tonne truck

Well, ha-ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha-ha

Ha-ha-ha