Lyrics:

Oh, seven years of hard luck comin' down on me
From the Florida border, yes, up in Nashville, Tennessee
I worked in every joint you can name, yes-a, every honky tonk
Along come Mister Yankee slicker saying, baby, you're what I want

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

Oh, nine thousand dollar just sowed the wind
But we smiled at the Yankee slicker with a big old southern grin
They gonna take me out to California, gonna make me a super star
Just pay me all my money, mister, maybe you won't get a scar

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

Oh, Slickers steal my money since I was seventeen
If it ain't no pencil pusher then it got to be a honky tonk queen
But I signed my contract, baby, and I want you people to know
That every penny that I make, I want to 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