Lyrics:

Seven years of hard luck, coming down on me
From the Florida border, yes up to Nashville Tennessee
I worked in every joint you can name, mister every honky tonk
Along come Mr. Yankee Slicker, saying maybe you're what I want

Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' for MCA

9000 dollars, that's all we could win
But we smiled at the Yankee Slicker with a big ol' Southern grin
They're gonna take me out to California gonna make me a superstar
Just pay me all my money, mister, maybe you won't get a scar

Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' for MCA


Oh slickers took my money since I was seventeen
If it ain't no pencil pusher, then it got to be a honky tonk queen
But I'll sign my contract baby, and I want you people to know
That every penny that I make, I'm gonna see where my money goes

Want you to sign your contract
Want you to sign today
Gonna give you lots of money
Workin' for MCA