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Not everybody out here's a winner. But you gotta love them anyway. She pulls into gas stations where the register's unplugged, checks into motels where the towels smell like last week and the pools half-full. The bartender pours with his eyes closed and gives her gin when she says whiskey. But she tips heavy and tells them all to have a day — because she used to grade the world like a paper, and somewhere on the highway, she let that go.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Spoken] Not everybody out here's a winner. But you gotta love 'em anyway. [Verse 1] Pulled into a gas station, somewhere west of I-15. Asked the kid behind the counter, "How far to Aberdeen?" [SPOKEN] He said "Ma'am, I just got here, and I think the register's unplugged." [SIGNING] I just smiled real wide, and told him honey, close enough. [Chorus] Low performer, baby, that's alright. Not everybody's gonna get it on the first try. Low performer, bless your heart. Sometimes the finish line's a long way from the start. But I'll tip you heavy and I'll tell you "have a blessed day." Low performer, baby, Wouldn't have it any other way. [Verse 2] Checked into a motel, and the girl said "room for two?" I said "just me and my suitcase" darlin’, but she charged me for two anyway. [SPOKEN] OK, girl. [SINGING] The towels smelled like last week, and the view was of the lot. The pool was half empty, That was a ‘maybe not.’ [Chorus] Low performer, baby, that's alright. Not everybody's gonna get it on the first try. Low performer, bless your heart. Sometimes the finish line's a long way from the start. But I'll tip you heavy and I'll tell you "have a blessed day." Low performer, baby, Wouldn't have it any other way. [Verse 3] Bartender at the brewhouse, was pouring with his eyes closed. Gave me gin when I said whiskey, and a lime when I said "no." But he told me I was pretty, [SPOKEN] and he meant it, I could tell. [SINGING] Not the best at his profession, but his heart was doing well. I left a twenty dollar bill, on a six-dollar tab. He said "you're the nicest customer, I've ever had!" [Chorus] Low performer, baby, that's alright. Not everybody's gonna get it on the first try. Low performer, bless your heart. Sometimes the finish line's a long way from the start. But I'll tip you heavy and I'll tell you "have a blessed day." Low performer, baby, Wouldn't have it any other way. [Bridge] Now I used to be the kind, who'd roll her eyes and walk away. Grade the whole world like a paper, take off marks every day. But somewhere on the highway, I just let that whole thing go. Not everybody's built for the spotlight, not everybody makes the show. [SPOKEN] And you know what? Thank God for that!