Big Money

My older brother Tommy was a lineman rest his soul

His job was hanging hot wires on them high-line power poles

Every morning bright and early he'd climb way up in the sky

And I never understood it so one day I asked him why

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He said it pays big money and man I'm into that

It pays big money if you're willing to take a chance

Let me tell you something sonny, you ought to see my bank account

It pays big money but he sure can't spend it now

Well, my late Uncle Charlie was this demolition hound

He'd travel across the country blowing buildings to the ground

He carried a case of dynamite seemed everywhere he went

He smoked them big long cigars and he'd wink at you and grin

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Well now the moral of this story boys, is don't go gettingyourself killed

Be kind to your rich relatives they just might put you in theirwill

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That pays big money and we're all into that

It pays big money and big money's where it's at

Let me tell you something sonny, you ought to see my bank account

It pays big money and we're rolling in it now

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It pays big money having foolish kin

It pays big money guess I owe it all to them

Let me show you something sonny, take a look at this bank account

It pays big money; let's all spend some of it now