3rd Place | “By The Acre, Not By The Hour”

3rd Place
“By The Acre, Not By The Hour”
Written by David Altschul & Donna Graham
Berkeley, California

I’ve drunk my share of jokers, losers and boozers
In silk shirts and new shoes who press to close the deal
Now I’m thirsty for someone who is gonna put me first
Who doesn’t wear a fancy watch but knows how to keep it real

Don’t want a banker, a broker or dealmaker
Don’t want a prince, I’m not up in a tower
I want a man who’s a giver not a taker
Who works by the acre, not by the hour

I need a man whose fingernails aren’t manicured
Maybe one who punches steer and doesn’t punch a clock
With blisters on his hands from workin’ sun up to sun down
A strong man that gets to rising with the crowing of a cock

I want a strong-backed, true blue-eyed hard worker
Who plows as long as it takes to make things flower
Who works by the acre, not by the hour

Don’t want a banker, a broker or dealmaker
Don’t want a prince, I’m not up in a tower
I want a man who’s a giver, not a taker
Who works by the acre and not by the hour

I want a man who wants me as his only laptop
One who’s not afraid to get a little sweat on his brow
A man whose eyes make my closed-off heart open
Who sees me as I really am and loves me anyhow

He can raise my heat up without a thermostat
He eats my red meat up, doesn’t think my curves are fat
Won’t give other gals the eye, to me he tips the hat

I want the real deal, ain’t got no time for fakers
I want a hero who protects me with his power
I want a warrior, not some pencil pushin’ Quaker
Who works by the acre, not by the hour
Who works by the acre, not by the hour