Well, I ain’t a doctor…
I ain’t a lawyer…
But if it’s got six legs and a bad attitude…
I’m your man.
Verse 1)
Sun ain’t up but I’m already gone
Truck loaded up before the crack of dawn
Coffee in my hand, spray rig in the back
Another Carolina day and I’m right on track
Mosquitoes buzzing, termites chewing wood
If they had a wanted poster, I’d be doing good
From crawl spaces low to attics hot as hell
I’ve got stories that most folks wouldn’t tell
(Chorus)
I’ve got the BugMan Blues
Sweat running through these old work shoes
Fighting ants, roaches, spiders too
Lord knows it’s honest work to do
I ain’t getting rich, but I’m paying my dues
Living life with the BugMan Blues
(Verse 2)
Knocked on a door and a lady screamed
Said she saw the biggest spider she’d ever seen
I walked right in like a cowboy should
Found that little joker hiding under wood
Yellow jackets buzzing around my head
One got angry and lit me up instead
I danced around like a fool in the yard
Everybody laughed, but I was working hard
(Chorus)
I’ve got the BugMan Blues
Sweat running through these old work shoes
Fighting ants, roaches, spiders too
Lord knows it’s honest work to do
(Bridge)
Some folks wear ties, some folks wear suits
Me? I wear steel toes and muddy boots
And at the end of the day when the sun goes down
I can hold my head high all over this town
(Final Chorus)
I’ve got the BugMan Blues
A little dirt, a little sweat, a little truth
Helping folks one house at a time
Making an honest living and that’s just fine
I ain’t getting rich, but I can’t lose
Living life with the BugMan Blues
(Outro)
Here’s to the working man…
The early risers…
The sweat makers…
The bug chasers…
See y’all tomorrow.
MikeyJ
