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Don't Feel Like a Livin'
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Houston Bernard
Houston Bernard
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Braeden Counts
Braeden Counts
Songwriter

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Working through this 9-5 Putting away my overtime Wondering when this daily grind will end, will end Headed to work fore the sun comes up On the way home me and the moon catch up Wondering if I'll see my babies to bed, to bed Working away Working away my days Give me the strength - Give me the strength to stay Dirty hands make clean money And a blue collar boy like me is Wondering why making a living don't feel like a livin to me Honey I know it's hard but it pays those bills Maybe one day we'll be living for thrills But Give them a kiss and tell 'em daddy says goodnight, goodnight Working away Working away my days Give me the strength - Give me the strength to stay Dirty hands make clean money And a blue collar boy like me is Wondering why making a living don't feel like a livin to me I know I'm here to do more on earth Than work for a wage less than what I'm worth But l'Il stick it out till I figure it out I guess, I guess Working away Working away my days Give me the strength - Give me the strength to stay Dirty hands make clean money And a blue collar boy like me is Wondering why making a living don't feel like a livin to me
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