Big Star

I work at the Big Star on old 405 I make 6 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 at 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 your oil sir Cash or card let me get your 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 these songs get that girl back to me I'm a man with conviction I've got things to do When that sun starts a rising Oh, when that sun starts a rising my night shifts are through I work at the big star on ol' 405