Alan Jackson - Job Description

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





I sleep eighty miles an hour


To the whining of a diesel down the interstate


Dreamin' 'bout my little girls


The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace


Then we shut her down in another town


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


Singin' songs about my life


All the good times and the bad





Then 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





I sleep eighty miles an hour


To the whining of a diesel down the interstate


Dreamin' 'bout my little girls


The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace


Then we shut her down in another town


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 I just sing for the people


Count the money and the miles back home to you