Austin Cunningham Here`s To Ya Roger Lyrics

Here`s To Ya Roger Lyrics

Well, my tailpipe, it was draggin', and my brakes would barely stop

 So I pulled my old pickup in this automotive shop

 I said, 'I'd like an estimate' to what appeared to be the boss

 Then I sat down in the lobby, afraid to find out what it'd cost

 The this guy said, 'Follow me, sir,' his arms all greasy black

 He had his name stitched on his pocket, he had my truck up on the rack

 He said, "You need all four brake shoes, and your muffler's rotted out

 But I overheard how broke you were, so I'll try to keep it down"

 

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 Here's to ya, Roger, and your two hard working hands

 With dirt under your fingernails, you're the backbone of this land

 And I know you'll keep me runnin'long as you can find the part

 So here's to ya Roger, and your true blue collar heart

 

 Well, he struck up a conversation as he set his hands to work

 He cussed a bloody knuckle, then he called his boss a jerk

 He said, 'We're supposed to get the most from the customers we can 

 And by the way, what do you do?  You look like you're in a band'

 Well, I told him I wrote songs, and he said, 'Man that's really cool' 

 And he got real excited and he put down his power tool

 He said, 'You may not believe this, but I once met Brenda Lee'

 Started whistling one of her songs 

 And said, I'll do the muffler free

 

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 Well, as my truck descended, I went inside to pay the bill

 He said, 'Don't bring up the muffler or he'll fire me sure as hell'

 Back outside, I thanked him and I was down the road and gone

 And I sure hope he don't lose his job when his boss man hears this song

 

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