A
His daddy said son you oughta quit dreamin'
                                                                 E
Put your feet on the ground and your future in the hands of the Lord
                 A
But the boy said no that ain't enough dad
                        E                       A
All you got here is a ceiling' four walls and a floor
             D                   A
He left his home in Buckalou County
                                                          E
He went thumbin' and sleepin' on the roadside livin' in jeans
            A
Along about Pittsburgh he got him a good job
                         E                                 A
Bought him a brand new Malibu Chevy that was part of his dreams

He met a pretty girl she was thinkin' of a family
                                                                 E
He bought a lotta tapes for his Malibu Chevy but he didn't want more
                     A
And the pretty girl said boy you oughta slow down
                      E                       A
He said who needs a ceiling' four walls and a floor
                D                        A
He did a little drinkin' he did a little gamblin'
                                                             E
Shot a little nine ball bet a little money on the football games
                 A                       
He picked up a habit he got it on the sidewalk
                E                                        A
His habit got bigger but his weekly paycheck stayed the same
       
His daddy wrote letters but he never answered
                                                                  E
The pretty girl begged him to give up the habit and to work on a chain
                     A
It was a real small gun and a real small robbery
                              E                          A
They locked him up and they traded him a number for his name
                D                    A
It ain't no big news it ain't no big story
                                                                 E
You didn't see it in the paper so I guess we oughta put it in a song
              A                           E
The boy got hooked and he couldn't get unhooked

                                                          A
And it's happenin' somewhere now and maybe that's what's wrong

A
His daddy said son you oughta quit dreamin'
                                                                 E
Put your feet on the ground and your future in the hands of the Lord
                 A
But the boy said no that ain't enough dad
                        E                       A
All you got here is a ceiling' four walls and a floor