| Seven years of hard luck comin' down on me |
| from a motor boat, yes, up in Nashville, Tennessee. |
| I worked in every joint you can name, yes, every honky tonk. |
| They all come to see yankee slicker saying, baby, you’re what I want. |
| Want you to sign the contract, |
| want you to sign the date. |
| Gonna give you lots of money |
| workin' for MCA. |
| Oh, nine thousand dollars just to sow to the wind. |
| Come to smile at the yankee slicker with a big old southern grin. |
| They’re gonna take me out to California, gonna make me a super star. |
| Just pay me all my money, mister, maybe you won’t get a star. |
| Want you to sign the contract, |
| want you to sign the date. |
| Gonna give you lots of money |
| workin' for MCA. |
| Slickers steal my money since I was seventeen, |
| if it ain’t no pencil pusher then it got to be a honky tonk queen. |
| But I signed my contract, baby, and I want you people to know |
| that every penny I make, I gotta see where my money goes. |
| Want you to sign the contract, |
| want you to sign the date. |
| Gonna give you lots of money |
| workin' for MCA. |