VERSE: I worked so hard every day last week, was so damned tired that I couldn't sleep. I cut the lawn come Friday night, trimmed the hedge, had to be just right... For Sunday's barbecue. Sunday's barbecue. I got a new gas grill, mounted on a cart. Turn a knob, push a button, makes it start. Burgers and dogs and drinking a beer, let the neighbors know what's happening here... It's a barbecue. A barbecue. CHORUS: I've got a foot in the grave, and one on the road, a shotgun in my back with a two barrel load. And I'm running, oh baby, I'm a running. I've got CitiBank a calling, say they want to foreclose, take away my house, my car and my clothes. And I'm running, oh baby, I'm a running. VERSE: I worked so hard every day last week, Grim Reaper came to visit me in my sleep. They fired me on Friday, But they wouldn’t tell me why, ‘Cause they can make it cheaper Using fuckin’ A EYE. ARTIFICIAL INTELL UH GENTS BRIDGE: The drinks were in the Ice chest And the meat was on the grill. The kids played with the kittens, And Marco talked to Jill. I swatted at a fly in the chips and dip. I reached into my pocket and pulled out my pink slip. I got my friends attention, said I won’t be coming back, ‘cause there ain’t no jobs in this damn town Got to get my life on track! CHORUS: I've got a foot in the grave, and one on the road, a shotgun in my back with a two barrel load. And I'm running, oh baby, I'm a running. I've got CitiBank a calling, say they want to foreclose, take away my house, my car and my clothes. And I'm running, oh baby, I'm a running. ENDING: I've got a foot in the grave, and one on the road, a shotgun in my back with a two barrel load. And I'm running, oh baby, I'm a running. I've got CitiBank a calling, say they want to foreclose, take away my house, my car and my clothes. And I'm running, oh baby, I'm a running. Running. Oooooooooo. Running! And I'm running, oh baby, I'm a running.