Here S To Ya Roger lyrics

Well, my tailpipe, it was draggin`, and my brakes would barely stop
So I pulled my old pickup in this automotive shop
I said, `I`d like an estimate` to what appeared to be the boss
Then I sat down in the lobby, afraid to find out what it`d cost
The this guy said, `Follow me, sir,` his arms all greasy black
He had his name stitched on his pocket, he had my truck up on the rack
He said, `You need all four brake shoes, and your muffler`s rotted out
But I overheard how broke you were, so I`ll try to keep it down`

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Here`s to ya, Roger, and your two hard working hands
With dirt under your fingernails, you`re the backbone of this land
And I know you`ll keep me runnin`long as you can find the part
So here`s to ya Roger, and your true blue collar heart

Well, he struck up a conversation as he set his hands to work
He cussed a bloody knuckle, then he called his boss a jerk
He said, `We`re supposed to get the most from the customers we can
And by the way, what do you do? You look like you`re in a band`
Well, I told him I wrote songs, and he said, `Man that`s really cool`
And he got real excited and he put down his power tool
He said, `You may not believe this, but I once met Brenda Lee`
Started whistling one of her songs
And said, I`ll do the muffler free

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Well, as my truck descended, I went inside to pay the bill
He said, `Don`t bring up the muffler or he`ll fire me sure as hell`
Back outside, I thanked him and I was down the road and gone
And I sure hope he don`t lose his job when his boss man hears this song

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