Tired
My name is Jackson
I was named after my father
I followed in his footsteps
Down here to this factory
And I aint complainin
Wouldnt waste my breath to bother
This work aint hard
Its only borin as can be
I married Rebbecca back in seventy-seven
And I still love her
And I guess she loves me too
We go to church on Sunday
Cause we want to go to heaven
Me and my family
Aint that how youre supposed to do
But Im tired
Lord Im tired
Life is wearin me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the weary
Ya just move on
And Im tired
Only missed six days and nights
Of twenty years of working
Money went to taxes
And these bills Ive paid on time
Raise I got six months ago
Dont meet the cost of living
Selling my body for these
Nickels and these dimes
The smell of Beckys coffee
Rolled me out of bed this morning
I showered and I shaved and dressed
And pulled my work boots on
Walked in the kitchen
And she was starin out of the window
And the way she said good morning
Made me ask "Is something wrong "
She said "Im tired I woke up tired"
Life is wearin me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the weary
Ya just move on
And I guess well just keep goin till were gone
And Im tired Lord Im tired
Said "Im tired"
Lord Im tired