Original lyrics

EN

Seven years of hardluck, are comin' down on me From the Florida border, yeah, It's up to Nashville, Tennessee I worked in every joint you could name mister, every honkytonk Along come Mr. Yankee Slicker, and said: Maybe you what I want Want you to sign your contract! Want you to sign today! Gonna give you lots of money, workin' for MCA 9,000 dollars, just sow to the wind But we smiled at the Yankee Slicker with a big ol' southern grin They're gonna take me out to California, gonna make me a superstar Just pay me all my money, Mr. Maybe you won't get a star Want you to sign your contract! Want you to sign today! Gonna give you lots of money, workin' for MCA Slickers steal my money, since I was seventeen If it ain't no pencil pusher, than It's got to be a honkytonk queen But I'll sign my contract, baby, but, I won't you people to know Every penny that I make, I've gotta see where my money goes Want you to sign your contract! Want you to sign today! Gonna give you lots of money, workin' for MCA