Square One

I've been workin', workin' from sunrise to midnight

I've been aching and hurtin' I've got circles under my eyes

Got to put food on the table, got to put gas in my ride

But every little plan that I come up with never seems to work out right

I'm telling you, living on the edge of a paycheck just aint no way to live

Everybody's got their hands on every one of my dollar bills

I keep digging myself in a hole till I just can't see the sun

It always seems like I end up...back at square one

I've got holes in my bluejeans and I've got holes down in my boots

Those happy songs on the radio sure give me the blues