Seven years of hardluck, are comin' down on me
From the Florida border, yeah, It's up to Nashville, Tennessee
I worked in every joint you could name mister, every honkytonk
Along come Mr. Yankee Slicker, and said: Maybe you what I want

Want you to sign your contract!
Want you to sign today!
Gonna give you lots of money, workin' for MCA

9,000 dollars, just sow to the wind
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, Mr. Maybe you won't get a star

Want you to sign your contract!
Want you to sign today!
Gonna give you lots of money, workin' for MCA
Slickers steal my money, since I was seventeen
If it ain't no pencil pusher, than It's got to be a honkytonk queen
But I'll sign my contract, baby, but, I won't you people to know
Every penny that I make, I've gotta 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