Seven years of hard luck comin' down on me
From the Florida border, yeah, up to Nashville, Tennessee
I worked in every joint you can name, mister, every honky-tonk
Along come mister Yankee Slicker, said, "Maybe you're what I want"

Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' for MCA

9000 dollars just sow at the wind
But we smiled at the Yankee Slicker with a big ol' southern grin
They're gonna take me out to California, gonna make me a superstar
Just pay me all my money, mister maybe you won't get a star

Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' for MCA

Slicker's took my money since I was seventeen
If it ain't no pencil pusher then it got to be a honky-tonk queen
But I'll sign my contract, baby, I want you people to know
Every penny that I make, I've gotta see where my money goes

Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' for MCA