The Job
--words and music by Michael Stanley

I bought a guitar, because of Elvis
it hurt my fingers and I wasn't
any good still
Me and my buddies started a band
I was the singer 'cause no on else could
We grew our hair long and all the greasers
Started beatin' on us like they're
ringin' a bell
We did some Stones, some Muddy Waters
The devil's music it was cool as hell ...

	That was a million miles ago
	Now it's one more night, one more show
	But that's the job ... 
	Hey brother that's the job ...

I had a girlfriend, she was a beauty
I really loved her so I wrote her a tune
She seemed to like it, but man it was awful
That didn't matter 'cause we so howled
at the moon
I quit the band, got in some others
Tryin' to figure out just how this goes
We got lucky, someone signed us
Got to hear our music on the radio ...

	That was a million miles ago
	Now it's one more night, yeah one more show
	'Cause that's the job ... 
	Hey baby that's the job ...

We played the sheds and the clubs and every dive bar
And to a hundred thousand people underneath the stars
Locked and loaded and out on a roll
But there ain't no dream doesn't take its toll ...

You could lose your health, your wife, your friends
You know how it starts never know how it ends
The road's your home but it ain't got a heart
Called my bluff and it all blew apart ...

Pay your money and take your chances
Make your moves and see how they play
All my friends from school
moved to Florida
HOope they don't outlive their 401k's
But there are songs that still need written
There are songs that must get played
So me I'm on my way to some
Rubber City club
Just round the corner from
the glory days ... 

	That was a million miles ago
	Now it's one more night, just one more show
	Yeah, that was a million miles ago
	Now it's one more night, just one more show
	But that's the job ... 
	Mmm, that's the job ...

	(to fade)