Big Star

Adam Gregory

I work at the Big Star on old 405
I make six bucks an hour
And I work steady nights
Well it might not be much but it's all that I need
In that little glass booth, in that highway to dreams

I was not that good of a student in school
But this life taught me lessons
That made me no fool
Oh, my mom and dad raised me by that golden rule
In a world that gets ruthless
A world that gets cruel

Fill'er up
Let me check you oil sir
Cash or card
Let me get you change
Just turn right when you see that big church sign
Just go straight and you'll be on your way

I had me a girl once
And my ring she wore
But her father said she could not see me no more
Oh, I know it'd be different if I weren't so poor
So I'm writing these songs
Trying to open some doors

Well that's enough crying
Over used-to-be's
Got to write me some songs
Get that girl back to me
I'm a man with conviction
I've got things to do
When that sun starts rising
My night shifts are through

I work at the big star on old 405