She asked me when's the bad luck stop When do we rise to the top
It's awful hard work pulling up the rear
She said now honey don't you wanna be a big success
Buy me a diamond and a wedding dress
I leaned in close and I whispered in her ear

I like it down here with the hobos and the drunks,
The hard bitten rabble with their leaving trunks,
Blood in my mud and sawdust in my beer
I like a wake up call at half past one
And if I had a job I would get her done
I can catch right fine trash fish off the pier
I like it down here

She rolled her eyes and bit her lip
Let her bony backbone slip
Lit a Chesterfield and church keyed another beer
Smiled and said I must admit
I always did like a man with grit
Then she slapped my face and called out with sneer

I like it down here boss just as much as you
The bilge water and the bus tub stew
I got a three legged dog and a one eyed buccaneer
I like my homemade wine from a scuppernong
Smoking guns and drinking songs
Big steam trains with drunken engineers
I like it down here

I like it down here with the hookers and the whiskey priests
Bat chain pullers and the shiny beasts
Street life lovers with a tattoo of a tear
I want a woman with face like a question mark
who cleans up good when it's nice and dark
with a railroad flat and monkey called belvedere
I like it down here

Copyright: Bluewater Music Corp.
Writer(s): WILL KIMBROUGH