(Travis Tritt/Gary Rossington)

I Don't Like Hangin' Out With A High Dollar Crowd
I Ain't No Socialite I'm A Little Too Loud
I Don't Do Garden Parties Sippin' Hot Tea
Down In Some Honky Tonk, Brother
That's The Place For Me

A Hard Days Livin' Is All That I Understand
Well, I Owe My Soul To MasterCard
I'm A Blue Collar Man

I Bust My Bottom Every Day Eight To Five
I Come Home Draggin' Feelin' Barely Alive
The Kids Are Screamin', House Is Turned Upside Down
Need A Bulldozer Just To Find My Way Around

Don't Like Caviar, We Like Our Soup From A Can
Yeah, I Keep My Life Simple
I'm A Blue Collar Man

Don't Need Computers Handlin' My Bank Account
Balance My Checkbook There's A Zero Amount
Four-carat Diamond's Not On My Lady's Hand
We Live A Life Rich Folks Could Never Understand

I Make My Livin' With These Two Hard Workin' Hands
Won't Ever Be No Millionaire
I'm A Blue Collar Man

Won't Ever Be No Millionaire
I'm A Blue Collar Man
I'm A Blue Collar Man
I'm A Blue Collar Man