Quittin' Time

The weatherman called it a heatwave I bet he ain't the one been peelin off his clothes every night We're out here swingin these hammers Tryin to chip a nickel off the company dime I swear the time clock must be punch drunk Cause these days they go on for years And the world it spins around in a puddle Of blood, sweat, and Heaven Hill Hey my my They oughta make this kind of labor a crime Another brick and my backs gonna buckle What's a guy gotta do to get by Down here livin for quittin' time They're hiring over at the Sutherland store Got me stichin mattresses for sixty nine cents They got coffee in the break room Brendas got another picture of her ugly ass kids It's just too much for not enough man An honest wage it don't pay for shit I'm just wondering around this dead end town Trying to find a way to pay my rent Hey my my I shoulda gotten into white collar crime Workin my fingers down to the knuckle bones What's a guy gotta do to get by Down here livin for quittin' time Somebody get me a goddamn drink How about a bottle on the company tab Me and Beam and the boys called a meetin And we ain't leavin here until we're all smashed Hey my my I swear one of these days I might Stuff everything I own in a duffle bag Man I'm leavin at quittin' time Hey my my If my old Fords willin and the creek don't rise I'm gonna stuff everything in a duffle bag Man I'm leavin at quittin' time