I was born with a head full of songs I used to sing 'em as I worked all day long Punching that time clock Just waiting for the whistle to blow I wrote some down and I mailed them in To a Nashville mogul from a friend of a friend It wasn't long 'till I heard 'em on the radio (Chorus) And I looked forward to that mailbox money I'd landed in the land of milk and honey But it slipped right through my fingers Just like sand That mailbox money Instrumental verse With my success, I started living large I bought a bass boat and a party barge I spent that money like my paydays Had no end But then those new writers rolled into town And my luck and money started dwindling down But just in time ol' Uncle Sammy Put me on a pension plan And I look forward to that mailbox money I'm back in the land of milk and honey But it slips right through my fingers Just like sand That mailbox money Repeat Chorus Tag Copyright Brooks Bros Publishers/Nance Sis Music All rights reserved