Tired

My name is Jackson, I was named after my father Followed in his footsteps, down here to this factory I ain't complainin', wouldn't waste my breath to bother This work ain't hard, it's only borin' as can be Married Rebecca back in seventy-seven I still love her and I guess she loves me too We go to church on Sundays '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 Tired, Lord I'm tired I've only missed six days in nigh on twenty years o' work The money went to taxes and these bills I've paid on time The raise I got two months ago don't meet the cost o' 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 shaved and dressed and pulled my work boots on Walked in the kitchen, she was starin' out the window The way she said good morning made me ask is something wrong She said I'm tired, woke up tired Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone No rest for the weary, ya just move on I guess you just keep goin' till your gone Tired, Lord I'm tired Tired, Lord I'm tired