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My older brother Tommy, Was a lineman rest his soul,
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His job was hanging hot wires, On them high-line power poles,
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Every morning bright and early, He'd climb way up in the sky,
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And I never understood it, So one day I asked him why.

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He said it pays big money, And man I'm into that,
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It pays big money, If you're willing to take a chance,
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Let me tell you something sonny, You ought to see my bank account,
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And it pays big money but, He sure can't spend it now.

[Verse 2]
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Well my late Uncle Charlie, Was this demolition hound,
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He'd travel across the country, Blowing buildings to the ground,
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He carried a case of dynamite seemed, Everywhere he went,
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And he smoked them big long cigars, And he'd wink at you and grin.

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He said it pays big money, And man I'm into that,
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And It pays big money, If you're willing to take a chance,
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Let me tell you something sonny, You ought to see my bank account,
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Yeah it pays big money, But he sure can't spend it now.

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Well now the moral of this story boys, Is don't go getting yourself killed . . .
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Be kind to your rich relatives, And they just might put you in their,    Will . . . . .

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And that pays big money, Yeah and we all into that,
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Yeah that pays big money, And big money's where it's at,
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Let me tell you something sonny, You ought to see my bank account,
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Yeah it pays big money, And we're rolling in it now.

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It pays big money, Heheh, Having foolish kin,
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Yeah it pays big money, Guess I owe it all to them.
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Let me show you something sonny, Yeah, Take a look at this bank account,
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Yeah it pays big money, Let's go spend some of it now.

[Outro]
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     Work with me Billy. How much for that er, stick of gum there?  Uh huh,

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  Can you break a hundred dollar bill? That's all I got, A lot of em. Yeaheh.