big star

i work at the big star on old 405, i make 6 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 at 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, fill'er up, let me check your oil sir, cash or card, let me get your 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, well that's enough crying, over used to be's, got to write these songs, get that girl back to me, i'm a man with conviction, i've got things to do, when that sun starts a rising, oh, when that sun starts a rising, my night shifts are through, i work at the big star on ol' 405