(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