Troublemaker

They tell me I’m a troublemaker
Born to stir the mix
I don’t know if that’s a fact
I love to get my kicks
When the day is over
The hours are my owm
Between five o’clock and midnight
I’m a dog upon a bone
Working on the highway
Working on the farm
All I got to show for it
Is the muscle in my arm
They tell me I’m a lover
The girls all say it’s so
Greeting me with open arms
And miss me when I go
I’m kind to dogs and children
And in who show respect
For a hard-working son-of-a-gun
With nothing to protect
Working on the highway
Working on the farm
All I got to show for it
Is the muscle in my arm
Next time I go to jail
They throw away the key
Regarding that, all I can say
Is rather you than me
I mind my own business
Until you make it yours
Then plan your parting, as they say
It never rains, it pours
Working on the highway
Working on the farm
All I got to show for it
Is the muscle in my arm
Working on the highway
Working on the farm
All I got to show for it
Is the muscle in my arm
They tell me I’m a troublemaker