Lyrics

You got a hard head
So hard it’s upside down
You got a hard heart
So hard it makes no sound

You spit your blues at me
When I go out my way
I tried to keep the faith
My pockets’ empty

Bossman, what you want?
Bossman, what you say?
Bossman, now I’m gone
You dog, go play dead

I got your contract talk
I never signed in blood
You speak like John D. Rock, lord
I need some soap n’ sud

Scrub stink off of me
Hook out of my mouth
Go fishin’ somewhere else now
Go forth unto the drought

Bossman, what you want?
Bossman, what you say?
Bossman, now I’m gone
You dog, go play dead

Good luck with your head
Good luck with your heart
I tried to make the bread
I pray you wake up

Good luck with your head
Good luck with your heart
I tried to make the bread
I pray you wake up

Good luck with your head
Good luck with your heart
I tried to make the bread
I pray you wake up

Bossman, what you want?
Bossman, what you say?
Bossman, now I’m gone
You dog, go play dead
Go play dead