I don't drink champagne in crystal glasses I don't soak my beans in a silver pot You won't catch me climbin' through the social classes I don't spend money that I ain't got I don't wast my time with yesterday's trouble I just try to do the job at hand I ain't delicate and I ain't subtle But I do the best I can I drink my beer from a bottle I take my friends at their work, yes I do I live my life like I find it every mornin' I take my comfort in you I take my comfort in you I don't put much stock in public opinion I take it all with a grain of salt I make mistakes like any human bein' So I goet no call to go findin' fault I take my problems to the Lord on Sunday I take my blues to the honky tonk You take my breath away when you hold me What else could a poor boy want