Workin' - SMO, Alexander King

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

Old 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 wage