I work at the Big Star on old 405 I make six bucks an hour And I work steady nights Well, it might not be much but it's all that I need In that little glass booth in that highway to dreams I was not that good of a student in school But this life taught me lessons That made me no fool Oh, my mom and dad raised me by that golden rule In a world that gets ruthless A world that gets cruel Chorus: Fill 'er up Let me check your oil, sir Cash your card Let me get you change Just turn right when you see that big church sign Just go straight and you'll be on your way I had me a girl once And my ring she wore But her father said she could not see me no more Oh, I know it'd be different if I weren't so poor So I'm writing these songs Trying to open some doors Chorus Well, that's enough crying Over used to be's Got to write me some songs Get that girl back to me I'm a man with conviction I've got things to do When that sun starts rising My night shifts are through Chorus I work at the Big Star on old 405