I wanna tell you a story, why I work so hard All the money I make today is gone tomorrow I'm tired of borrowing, ain't got enough to pay my bills If the good Lord don't get me, you know the cost of living will When I see a mailman comin', walkin' up to my door I know it's time to get out of here, got to go work some more Ain't bringin' nothin', nothin' but a big stack of bills If the good Lord don't get me, you know the cost of living will When I go to work I grind my fingers to the bone As soon as I get home I find out they done cut off my phone I go to my car, say I'm gonna to take a ride As soon as I look up I got four flat tires I get back to work and find out that I been fired I can't make enough to pay my bills I can't save enough to pay my bills If the good Lord don't get me, you know the cost of living will Ohhhh, yeahhhh, he sure will