| 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 aren’t complaining, wouldn’t waste my breath to bother
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| This work aren’t hard, it’s only boring 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, aren’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 wearing me smooth down to the bone
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| No rest for the weary, you 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 staring 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 wearing me smooth down to the bone
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| No rest for the weary, you just move on
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| I guess you just keep going till your gone
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| Tired, Lord I’m tired
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| Tired, Lord I’m tired |