On My Second Job

That's my boss calling But I ain't picking up that thread Said I'd work late I'm just working on the cooler and this tan I'm trying Got a long chair desk by the riverside Sun clock punching in on this lazy hide My new supervisors this fishing rod And he don't care if I talk to God Cause I'm on my second job Clocked in with a can and a country song on Overtime pay is a good time buzz Benefits package is the beast it does If the boss man's calling he can leave that beep I'll file that under deal with it next week I ain't quitting, I'll be there come dawn But right now I'm working On my second job Tomorrow he'll say, where were you at? I'll just smile and say, practicing not to snap. Cause if I don't get a break from that nine to five, you'll have a full time problem with this country high. Tonight my H.R.s is home guitar bar, jukebox policy, and a tip jar bar. Tinder's taking all my complaints and these barstool buddies sign off, amen. Saint. Yeah, I'm on my second job. Clocked in with a crowd and a steel guitar throb. Overtime check is a dance floor spin. Paid in laughs and a crooked grin. If the boss man's calling he can leave that beef. Tell him future me will answer this week. I ain't slacking, I'll be in at dawn, but right now I'm working. I'm on my second job So if you hear my voicemail say I'm busy right now Just know I'm learning how to breathe somehow You can fire all females I'll fight that mob after I clock out Of my second job Cause I'm on my second job Punching out stress Punching in on God Over time so with the front row sky Gonna show up better when this tank runs dry If the boss man's calling he can leave that beep I'll see him bright-eyed after five hours sleep I ain't gone, I'm just gone till dawn Cause some days you gotta work that second job Yeah, I'll be in tomorrow But tonight this cold one's my boss, girl to say grand