text: Friday nights pay night guys fresh out of work
  Talking about the weekend scrubbing off the dirt
  Some heading home to their families some looking to get hurt
  Some going down to Stovell wearing trouble on their shirts
  I work for the county out on 95
  All day I hold a red flag and watch the traffic pass me by
  In my head I keep a picture of a pretty little miss
  Someday mister Im gonna lead a better life than this
  Working on the highway laying down the blacktop
  Working on the highway all day long I dont stop
  Working on the highway blasting through the bedrock
  Working on the highway, working on the highway
  I met her at a dance down at the union hall
  She was standing with her brothers back up against the wall
  Sometimes wed go walking down the union tracks
  One day I looked straight at her and she looked straight back
  I saved up my money and I put it all away
  I went to see her daddy but we didnt have much to say
  Son cant you see that shes just a little girl
  She dont know nothing about this cruel cruel world
  We lit out down to Florida we got along all right
  One day her brothers came and got her and they took me in a black and white
  The prosecutor kept the promise that he made on that day
  And the judge got mad and he put me straight away
  I wake up every morning to the work bell clang
  Me and the warden go swinging on the Charlotte County road gang