Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Workin', artist - SMO. Album song Kuntry Livin', in the genre КантриDate of issue: 02.06.2014
Record label: Elektra Nashville
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |