5AM

Feet real sore from the work you have done

Five in the mornin, all for your son

Family's at the table, waiting for you

Set down your hat and your boots

And get right to the food

Dreamed of a life better than this

But you sat down and you realized

This is all you get

Hung up on that wall was your dreams Hung up on that wall was your dreams

Thick piece of wood with some strings

A voice better than most

Not the drive to see past the troubles you've had