I woke up this mornin', tied my boots up 'Cause I knew it's goin' to be a long day Fired my truck up, grabbed my coffee Kissed my baby, got on my way 'Cause I'm workin' 'til it's hurtin' That's the only way to make an honest day's pay So I'm workin' even when it's hurtin' That's the only way to make an honest day's wage
Yeah, I'm up early with the birdies, ready to get dirty This ain't a song for you if you asleep at 7:30 I rise like the sun; I'm the bag of the pounds A full throttle in the bottle like that home-made shine
I'm just tryin' to make a livin', boss man trippin' My overtime's strong; I don't pay him no attention Money in the mason jar, country boy pension No lady, three kids, take a lot to fill the kitchen
Fingernails dirty, my back stay hurtin' You can bet I got to play for every penny that I'm earnin' I ain't askin' for a raise, but I know the boss heard me Nobody on this job site's workin' like I'm workin'
Thirty below to a hundred degrees You ain't pushin' hard enough if your hands don't bleed I'm the first to clock in and the last to leave I ain't never had a problem rollin' up my sleeves
I woke up this mornin', tied my boots up 'Cause I knew it's goin' to be a long day Fired my truck up, grabbed my coffee Kissed my baby, got on my way 'Cause I'm workin' 'til it's hurtin' That's the only way to make an honest day's pay So I'm workin' even when it's hurtin' That's the only way to make an honest day's wage
I'm out the door by the sun up, focused on the come-up We never sleep in, that ain't how we was brought up I push it to the limit when the money gets low And been known to work past when the plant whistle blows
Pay check feelin' like a lottery ticket I might save a couple bucks if my kids don't spend it It don't matter cause I love it every day of my life Spent more time on the clock than I do with my wife
State to state, never late, puttin' miles on the road Drop it off, fill it up, get me to my next load Call my old lady, let her know I'll be late And I ain't worry cause I know that she goin' to save me a plate
I told you Thirty below to a hundred degrees You ain't pushin' hard enough if your hands don't bleed I'm the first to clock in and the last to leave I ain't never had a problem rollin' up my sleeves I woke up this mornin', tied my boots up 'Cause I knew it's goin' to be a long day Fired my truck up, grabbed my coffee Kissed my baby, got on my way 'Cause I'm workin' 'til it's hurtin' That's the only way to make an honest day's pay So I'm workin' even when it's hurtin' That's the only way to make an honest day's wage
Workin', workin' Workin', workin'
I woke up this mornin', tied my boots up 'Cause I knew it's goin' to be a long day Fired my truck up, grabbed my coffee Kissed my baby, got on my way 'Cause I'm workin' 'til it's hurtin' That's the only way to make an honest day's pay So I'm workin' even when it's hurtin' That's the only way to make an honest day's wageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
