Brakeman Lyrics & Chords By Pete Droge

Baby likes her fancy things
Baby likes her diamond rings
and she said go and give it a shot
If you wanna hang here around this house with me

Baby said her credit card
Bills to pay get awful hard
when all a man does is sit home all day
drinking beer and watching color TV

Maybe I'll become a brakeman
I'll get paid just to ride a train
Maybe I'll become a doctor
I'll get paid just to easy your pain
Maybe I'll become a preacher
I'll get paid just to bow and pray

Believe me I'll go to Detroit city
Hell who knows maybe to L.A.

Baby said that's really fine
why don't you get off your butt and do it some time
I said why don't you loan me five dollars
and I'll get myself a half case of Buckhorn beer

I said you bring home the bacon
and I'll fry it up in a pan
You bring home the Buckhorn
I'll leave you with nothing but twelve empty cans

Maybe I'll become a brakeman
I'll get paid just to ride a train
Maybe I'll become a doctor
I'll get paid to easy your pain
Maybe I'll become a preacher
I'll get paid just to bow and pray

Maybe I'll go to Austin Texas
Hell who knows maybe Santa Fe

Maybe I'll become a brakeman
I'll get paid just to ride a train
Maybe I'll become a doctor
I'll get paid just to easy your pain
Maybe I'll become a preacher
I'll get paid just to bow and pray

Maybe I'll go to London England
Hell who knows maybe Paris France