Honest Work Tyler Childers (Ft. The Food Stamps)

[Verse 1]
Let's pack our bags and go to Florida for the winter
And meet ourselves some real nice folks
A little on the older side
And little on hope
We'll hold their hands as they walk across the street
Help 'em wipe their goddamn ass
And when they're all fast asleep
Steal their medicine cabinet
Take it back home for the kids to go to school
Make enough damn dough to burn a wet-bank mule
I'm in between jobs with nothing to do
Girl, it's vacation time

[Verse 2]
It's honest work, I mean it's honestly a hassle
Folks get madder than fire
If they catch you in the witching hour
Trying to steal their copper wire
But if we get it, got a cousin at the scrapyard
Aunt Betty raised a goddamn saint
He always offers top dollar
He's always given me a fair shake
We oughta save a little while we're still around
We oughta keep ourselves busy while we're coming down
And it sure beats diggin' underneath the ground
Savin' vacation time