Big Money

My older brother Tommy
Was a lineman
Rest his soul
His job was hanging hot wires
On them high-line power poles
Every morning bright and early
HeÂ’d climb way up in the sky
And I never understood it
So one day I asked him why
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He said it pays big money
And man IÂ’m into that
It pays big money
If youÂ’re willing to
Take a chance
Let me tell you something sonny
You ought to see
My bank account
It pays big money but
He sure canÂ’t spend it now

Well, my late Uncle Charlie
Was this demolition hound
HeÂ’d travel across the country
Blowing buildings to the ground
He carried a case of dynamite
Seemed everywhere he went
He smoked them big long cigars
And heÂ’d wink at you and grin

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Well now the
Moral of this story boys
Is donÂ’t go
Getting yourself killed
Be kind to your rich relatives
They just might
Put you in their will

That pays big money and
WeÂ’re all into that
It pays big money and
Big moneyÂ’s where itÂ’s at
Let me tell you something sonny
You ought to see my bank account
It pays big money and
WeÂ’re rolling in it now

It pays big money
Having foolish kin
It pays big money
Guess I owe it all to them
Let me show you something sonny
Take a look at this bank account
It pays big money
LetÂ’s all spend some of it now