(Alan Jackson)      Well, I know sometimes you find it hard   To understand just what we do out here   Well, that bus rolls up at home   And I just disappear.      And I sure don't like to leave you   Couldn't stand for you to think that I don't care   So I wrote this job description   Just to tell you what I do when I'm not there.      I sleep eighty miles an hour   To the whining of a diesel down the interstate   Dreamin' 'bout my little girls   The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace   Then we shut her down in another town   Shower up and do just what we came to do   Sing for the people   Count the money and the miles back home to you.      --- Instrumental ---      Well, each night I take the stage   With a six piece band and a guitar in my hand   Singin' songs about my life   All the good times and the bad.      Then we say goodbye and we load it up   And head somewhere I've already been   Then I lay down in that double bed alone   And I thank the Lord again.      I sleep eighty miles an hour   To the whining of a diesel down the interstate   Dreamin' 'bout my little girls   The easy chair that sits beside the fireplace   Then we shut her down in another town   Shower up and do just what we came to do   Sing for the people   Count the money and the miles back home to you.      Well, I just sing for the people   Count the money and the miles back home to you...