Take It to the Bank - Tracy Byrd

Four-lane highway

Traffic’s all backed up

Just your bad luck

You’re gonna be late again

To a job that you hate

A boss that you can’t stand

Want to give a finger to the man

But you can’t

Got to kiss that butt

You got five mouths to feed

Job provides for your needs

And money don’t grow on trees

But the worries pile up

Like leaves on autumn ground

Lower leaf can be found

But when you feel like you’re out of luck

You really ain’t

You can take it to the bank

And put a cane pole in your hand

Let the stress just swim away

Think about your old man

Take it to the bank

Where the therapy is free

When the world seems to get you

You can’t think straight

Take it to the bank

Can’t seem to get along

Seems everything you say

She takes the wrong way

And your patience is wearing thin

Think you’ve done all you can

Stood more than any man

You love her but it just don’t seem to be enough

But it is

Need to clear your head

So you can find your heart

And tell you where to start

To save what’s left

You know what’s at stake

You know what it’s worth

She’s still your best friend

Make no mistake

Take it to the bank

And put a cane pole in your hand

Let the stress just swim away

Think about your old man

Take it to the bank

Where the therapy is free

When the world seems to get you

You can’t think straight

Take it to the bank

And talk to God about your troubles

Lean on his shoulder

He once was a fisherman like you

When you’re sitting on the freeway

Watching time as it slips away

If you look to heaven

And you listen closely too

You might be surprised

What he tells you to do

Take it to the bank

Put a cane pole in your hand

Let the stress just swim away

Talk to God and your old man

Take it to the bank

Where the therapy is free

When the world seems to get you

You can’t think straight

Take it to the bank

Take it to the bank

You can take it to the bank