Well, I know sometimes you find it hard

To understand just what we do out here

Well, that bus rolls up at home

And I just disappear



And I sure don't like to leave you

Couldn't stand for you to think that I don't care

So I wrote this job description

Just to tell you what I do when I'm not there



[CHORUS]

I sleep eighty miles an hour

To the whining of a diesel down the interstate

Dreaming 'bout my little girls

The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace

Then we shut her down in another town

We shower up

And do just what we came to do

Sing for the people

Count the money

And the miles back home to you



Well, each night I take the stage

With a six-piece band and a guitar in my hand

Singing songs about my life

All the good times and the bad



And we say goodbye and we load it up

And head somewhere I've already been

Then I lay down in that double bed alone

And I thank the Lord again



[REPEAT CHORUS]



Well, I just sing for the people

Count the money

And the miles back home to you