Before you pack your suitcase call your mama Up to now she's taught you all you need to know Just look at me as kinda like your daddy Teaching you the old rules of the road
You won't be no superstar tomorrow You've got to take the time to pay your dues When you start to feel at home out on the highway You're damn sure qualified to sing the blues
Always send a big guy for the money Don't give 'em no excuse to do you wrong Even when you lose you're still the winner At least you've got the making's of a song
Don't compromise your feelings when they matter They'll come back to haunt you don't you know The songs you sing today you'll sing tomorrow If you don't give up the music for the show
Always send a big guy for the money... At least you've got the makings of a song.