Martin Mull
Martin Mull
Martin Mull
Martin Mull
Martin Mull
Martin Mull
Martin Mull
Martin Mull
Martin Mull
Martin Mull
Well I never been to college
I barely finished seventh grade
That don't make me worse nor better
I'm just made the way I'm made
Workin' hard at what I'm good at
Pumpin' gas and fixin' cars
I like the smell of gasoline
And I don't mind passin' tires
Paid my dues by working places
Where the owner's hands was clean
Ain't no Christian thought
Erases how he treated me so mean
But I done the thing he asked me
And I smiled right to his facе
Cuz I knew that in a year or two
I's gonna own that place
And I kеpt my dreams within my reach
And every one came true
Cuz when you stick to what you're good at
Good things come to you
And now I'm happy here livin' above my station
I ain't jokin' when I say that it's a gas
Come and fill your tank up downstairs at my station
Then y'all come with me upstairs and get your glass
You'll see I'm happy here livin' above my station
I got no complaint at all about my life
Cuz there's just one way to live above your station
And that's with your friends and Dr. Pepper and your wife
Well I got friends back in Wyoming
Where I spent my early days
Livin' lives like Willy Loman
Losin' sleep to get a raise
In pursuit of some great fortune
They go runnin' off afar
Don't they realize that happiness
Is just being who y'are
And I hear them talk about me
I can hear the things they say
That I could have been a doctor
Or a lawyer in L.A
But I tell them 'bout that carpenter
Who's greatness fills us all
And I realize that in his eyes
No dream is ever small
And I kept my dreams within my reach
And every one came true
'Cuz when you stick to what you're good at
Good things come to you
And now I'm happy, here livin' above my station
I ain't jokin' when I say that it's a gas
Come and fill your tank up down here at my station
Then y'all come with me upstairs and get your glass
You'll see I'm happy here livin' above my station
I got no complaints at all about my life
Cuz there's just one way to live above your station
And that's with your friends and Dr. Pepper and your wife
Livin’ Above My Station was written by Martin Mull.