Attic Sweat and Payday

Letra

Clocked in at seven, truck’s already hot, Got a service call in a place I forgot. Customer’s waiting with her arms crossed tight, “Why ain’t my air cold? It was working last night!” Climb through the attic, bang my damn head, Sweating so hard I could water the bed. Fiberglass itching, insulation in my eyes, She says, “Can you hurry?” Lady, I’m trying to survive! [Chorus] 🎸 Tight attics and bitchy homeowners, Hotter up there than a Texas shoulder. Drank enough water to drown a horse, Sweating through my shirt while I’m cussing at the source. I’d quit this job if the money wasn’t right, But that paycheck keeps me crawling back every night. Yeah, I’m tired, I’m burnt, I’m one call from the edge, But I love that damn money when it hits the bank account! [Verse 2] “Why’s it taking so long?” she asks again, Lady, I’ve been up here since half past ten. You want it fixed? Then let me do my thing, I’m trying to find the problem, not audition for spring. Compressor’s screaming, capacitor’s shot, Condenser’s hotter than the parking lot. I change that part and the unit kicks on, She says, “It’s still not cold enough.” Lady, give it a damn minute, come on! [Chorus] 🎸 Tight attics and bitchy homeowners, Hotter up there than a Texas shoulder. Drank enough water to drown a horse, Sweating through my shirt while I’m cussing at the source. I’d quit this job if the money wasn’t right, But that paycheck keeps me crawling back every night. Yeah, I’m tired, I’m burnt, I’m one call from the edge, But I love that damn money when it hits the bank account! [Bridge] I’ve crawled through spaces meant for snakes, Fixed damn units with my back half-break. Got scars on my knuckles and sweat in my shoes, And somehow tomorrow I’ll do it again too. Twenty years deep and I still ask why, Then payday rolls around and I remember why! [Final Chorus] 🔥 Tight attics and bitchy homeowners, Hotter than hell and getting no cooler. Drank enough water to fill up a lake, Got sweat on my forehead and another damn break. I’d quit this job if the money wasn’t right, But that green in my pocket makes everything alright. So pass me my gauges, crank up the van, Another day in HVAC, boys, here we go again! [Outro] Tight attic… hot day… Homeowner yelling, “How long you gonna take?” I look at my paycheck and say, “Hell… I guess I’ll see y’all tomorrow.”