Lookin' For A Job(Chords)

	        CAPO II 
 
G                 C 
You can't talk to me like that boss 
G             C 
I don't care who you are 
G                             C 
If you don't want to have to hang your own dry wall 
G          C 
Don't push me too far 
 
 
D                     G 
Boomtown work ain't hard to come by 
D           G 
Boomtown workers are 
D                       G 
You might be the one running the show but 
C                           D 
That don't mean you're in charge 
 
 
G                            C 
I was looking for a job when I found this one  
G                        C 
Don't need the work like you need the work done 
G                C 
You look like you're under pressure 
G                     C 
I was looking for a job when I met you 
 
 
G                                 C 
I'm sharing a room with two guys over at the motel 6 boss 
G                           C 
Sending every dime I make here home to my ex-wife 
G                      C 
Just did two years and 28 days 
G                                     C 
With a little better aim I'd been in there for my life 
 
 
 
So you see, broke won't take much getting used to 
 
Neither will a barb wire jail house wall 
 
Watch what you say to someone with nothing 
C                           D 
It's almost like having it all 
 
 
G                           C  
I was looking for a job when I found this one  
G                        C 
Don't need the work like you need the work done 
G                C  
You look like you're under pressure 
G                            C 
I was already looking for a job two weeks ago when I met you, remember? 
 
G                            C 
I was looking for a job when I found this one  
G                        C 
Don't need the work like you need the work done 
G                C 
You look like you're under pressure 
G                     C 
I was looking for a job when I met you 
 
(Spoken over repeating Chorus) 
You know what I really ought to get is a job like 
you got, chief. you know. driving around 
checking on guys like me.  yelling from the window of 
a pickup truck with the A/C cranked up and your clothes all 
nice and clean.  yeah...that might be nice...on the other hand....   

	        

Written by David Hicks/Todd Snider