Tired

My name is Jackson, I was named after my father

I followed in his footsteps down here to this factory

And I ain't complainin', wouldn't waste my breath to bother

This work ain't hard, it's 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, ain't that how you're supposed to do?

But I'm tired, Lord I'm tired

Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone

No rest for the weary, ya just move on

And I'm tired

Only missed six days and nights of twenty years of working

Money went to taxes and these bills I've paid on time

Raise I got six months ago don't meet the cost of living

Selling my body for these nickels and these dimes

The smell of Becky's 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, "I'm 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 we'll just keep goin' till we're gone

And I'm tired, Lord, I'm tired

Said, "I'm tired", Lord, I'm tired