Workin’ for Some Yankee’s Rent
Performed by Bale Harrison & The Texas Field Hands
Livin’ for the Weekend, Workin’ for Some Yankee’s Rent — Music and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger
(Verse 1)
I clock in Monday, boots hit the floor,
By Friday night, I’m lookin’ for more.
But that paycheck, it’s gone ‘fore I can blink,
Takes a trip to D.C., quicker than you’d think.
Uncle Sam’s already got his hand out wide,
Wavin’ my money on a northern ride.
I’m sweatin’ down south, workin’ like a mule,
While my dollars are headin’ up north, playin’ it cool.
(Chorus)
I’m livin’ for the weekend, workin’ just to pay,
But my paycheck’s out there takin’ the long highway.
From Alabama fields to D.C.’s lawn,
Then up to Michigan, by the crack of dawn.
Workin’ hard as hell, but I ain’t seen a cent,
I’m down here sweatin’, workin’ for some Yankee’s rent.
(Verse 2)
That check I earned’s got a suitcase packed,
Headin’ for a welfare queen’s Section 8 shack.
She’s livin’ up in Michigan, coolin’ her heels,
While I’m down here workin’, just to buy her meals.
I bust my back, and she kicks back,
My dollars are on vacation, what’s up with that?
They say it’s for the good, they say it’s for the best,
But that rent she’s coverin’ sure ain’t mine, I confess.
(Chorus)
I’m livin’ for the weekend, workin’ just to pay,
But my paycheck’s out there takin’ the long highway.
From Alabama fields to D.C.’s lawn,
Then up to Michigan, by the crack of dawn.
Workin’ hard as hell, but I ain’t seen a cent,
I’m down here sweatin’, workin’ for some Yankee’s rent.
(Bridge)
Oh, my money’s on a road trip I’ll never take,
Fuelin’ someone else’s comfort, for F’s sake.
They say “share the wealth,” but I got my doubts,
When my hard-earned cash is chillin’ in a Yankee’s house.
(Chorus)
I’m livin’ for the weekend, workin’ just to pay,
But my paycheck’s out there takin’ the long highway.
From Alabama fields to D.C.’s lawn,
Then up to Michigan, by the crack of dawn.
Workin’ hard as hell, but I ain’t seen a cent,
I’m down here sweatin’, workin’ for some Yankee’s rent.
(Outro)
So if you’re workin’ hard, and you wonder where it went,
Check up north, you’re probably payin’ some Yankee’s rent.
Livin’ for the Weekend, Workin’ for Some Yankee’s Rent
- “You punch in Monday morning, and by Friday, your paycheck’s already on a road trip to Washington D.C. faster than your uncle on his way to a fishin’ hole.”
- “Every time I cash my check, it’s like setting a hundred-dollar bill on a Greyhound bus bound for the Capitol. It’s not coming back, and who knows where it’ll end up.”
- “By the time I get my hands on my paycheck, Uncle Sam’s already given it a haircut, a wax, and a D.C. detour. It’s like someone took it shopping, but I didn’t get any new clothes.”
- “I work 40 hours a week, but that check takes a longer trip than I do all year. Starts in Alabama, stops in D.C., and lands in Michigan—meanwhile, I’m still stuck in traffic.”
- “My paycheck’s like a roadie for a rock band—it’s on tour all the time, while I’m stuck here working for a Yankee’s rent I’ll never see.”
- “It’s funny how my hard-earned dollars can travel farther than me. That money goes from my hands to Washington faster than I can say ‘Section 7. “My taxes hit Washington, and then some pencil-pusher there ships it off to Michigan like it’s a gift basket. Meanwhile, I’m here wishing for a weekend where my wallet doesn’t feel like a ghost town.”
- “I’m bustin’ my tail 9 to 5, but apparently, my money’s got enough frequent flyer miles to land in Section 8 housing up north.”
- “Every time I see that ‘deductions’ line on my paycheck, I imagine it’s on the phone with Washington, arranging a one-way ticket to someone else’s rent.”
- “You know you’re workin’ hard when your paycheck’s got more stamps on it than your passport, and you’re the one stuck cleaning out the gutters.”
- “My paycheck goes on a government-sponsored vacation to Michigan, where it pays for someone’s air conditioning, while I’m here sweatin’ through my third shirt in this Alabama heat.”
- “Turns out, I’m financing some Yankee’s rent up in Michigan. Funny, I’ve never even been invited to the place, but my money sure knows its way around!”
- “I work for the weekend, but apparently, my money’s out there workin’ for a welfare queen’s couch cushions up north. Meanwhile, I’m sittin’ on a folding chair.”
- “Somewhere in Michigan, there’s a welfare queen who’s livin’ better than me, all because my paycheck decided to take the scenic route through D.C. and never came back.”
- “That paycheck takes a detour to Washington, where they slap some taxes on it, and next thing I know, it’s propping up a Yankee’s rent while I’m proppin’ up this whole porch!”
