Seven years of hard luck, comin' down on me From the Florida border, yes up to Nashville, Tennessee I worked in every joint you can name, mister, every honky tonk Along come Mr. Yankee slicker, sayin' maybe you're what I want Want you to sign your contract Want you to sign today Gonna give you lots of money Workin' for MCA Oh nine thousand dollars, that's all we could win But we smiled at the Yankee slicker with a big ol' Southern grin They're gonna take me out to California, gonna make me a superstar Just pay me all of my money, mister, maybe you won't get a scar Want you to sign your contract Want you to sign today Gonna give you lots of money Workin' for MCA Suckers took my money since I was seventeen If it ain't no pencil pusher, it got to be a honky tonk queen But I'll sign my contract baby and I want you people to know That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goes Want you to sign your contract Want you to sign today Gonna give you lots of money Workin' for MCA