My older brother Tommy
Was was a lineman
Rest lineman, rest his soul
His job was hanging hot wires
On on them high-line power poles
Every morning bright and early
He'd early, he'd climb way up in the sky
And I never understood it
So it, so one day I asked him why

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He said said, it pays big money
And man and man, I'm into that
It pays big money
If if you're willing to
Take take a chance
Let me tell you something sonny
You something, sonny, you ought to see
My my bank account
It pays big money but
He he sure can't spend it now

Well, my late Uncle Charlie
Was Charlie, was this demolition hound
He'd travel across the country
Blowing blowing buildings to the ground
He carried a case of dynamite
Seemed seemed everywhere he went
HeAnd he smoked them big long cigars
And and he'd wink at you and grin
[Repeat chorus]He said, it pays big money, man, I'm into that
It pays big money if you're willing to take a chance
Let me tell you something, sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money but he sure can't spend it now
WellWell, now the
Moral moral of this story story, boys
Is don't go
Getting getting yourself killed
Be kind to your rich relatives
They just might
Put put you in their will
ThatAnd that pays big money and
We're we're all into that
It pays big money and
Big big money's where it's at
Let me tell you something sonny
You something, sonny, you ought to see my bank account
It pays big money and
We're we're rolling in it now

It pays big money
Having money, having foolish kin
It pays big money
Guess money, guess I owe it all to them
Let me show you something sonny
Take something, sonny, take a look at this bank account
It pays big money
Let's all money, let's go spend some of it now