You saw the sign on a pick-up truck
And bought a guitar with a borrowed buck
And you dig it, and you dig it
They liked your song, they were hot for you
You got the job, there was work to do
And you dig it, and you dig it
Chorus:
But waiting, there was someone waiting for you
Claiming a piece of everything that you do
It seems I've heard your story all before
Someone's standing knocking at your door
Your early morning wake up call
The bags are packed and in the hall
The managers ran off with all the money that you made
You get on stage nearly every night
You work around till you get it right
And you dig it, and you dig it
And then you sign for a record deal
And off you go on the music wheel
And you dig it, and you dig it
(chorus)
You made the charts and all the hangers on were hanging on
Flashing knives behind your back
Living in your money sack
And you were thinking you got it made
(only on single version:)
You do the tours and the interviews
You meet the press and you're in the news
And you dig it, and you dig it
You hear your song on the radio
You see your face on the TV shows
And you dig it, and you dig it
But waiting, there was someone waiting for you
Claiming a piece of everything that you do
It seems I've heard your story all before
Someone's standing knocking at your door
Your record isn't selling well
The tickets to your shows don't sell
You look around and suddenly
You find that you've got leprosy
The taxman's coming after you
Your lawyer and your girlfriend too
And the managers ran off with all the money that you made