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(toby keith/chuck cannon) |
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My name is jackson, i was named after my father |
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Followed in his footsteps, down here to this factory |
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I ain't complainin', wouldn't waste my breath to bother |
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This work ain't hard, it's only borin' as can be |
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Married rebecca back in seventy-seven |
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I still love her and i guess she loves me too |
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We go to church on sundays 'cause we want to go to heaven |
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Me and my family, ain't that how you're supposed to do |
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But i'm tired, lord i'm tired |
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Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone |
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No rest for the weary, ya just move on |
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Tired, lord i'm tired |
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I've only missed six days in nigh on twenty years o' work |
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The money went to taxes and these bills i've paid on time |
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The raise i got two months ago don't meet the cost o' living |
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Selling my body for these nickels and these dimes |
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The smell of becky's coffee rolled me out of bed this morning |
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I showered and shaved and dressed and pulled my work boots on |
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Walked in the kitchen, she was starin' out the window |
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The way she said good morning made me ask is something wrong |
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She said i'm tired, woke up tired |
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Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone |
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No rest for the weary, ya just move on |
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I guess you just keep goin' till your gone |
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Tired, lord i'm tired |
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Tired, lord i'm tired |
