Lyrics

Eight hours a day Five days a week Name on my shirt Dead on my feet Cash in my check Hit up the bar Drink by myself Wonder where you are Yeah tonight this bottle better roll up its sleeves Cause neither one of us is gonna get any sleep I'm on the rocks So he's on the clock Until the job gets through When the weekend rolls around I get to missing you So this whiskey's got some work to do Ice in a glass Two finger pour Drowning what hurts till it don't no more No making up No second chance This drink's gonna have a fight on his hands Yeah tonight this bottle better roll up its sleeves Cause neither one of us is gonna get any sleep I'm on the rocks So he's on the clock Until the job gets through When the weekend rolls around I get to missing you So this whiskey's got some work to do Beer and tequila just don't do the trick But baby your memory don't ever quit So tonight this bottle better roll up its sleeves Cause neither one of us is gonna get any sleep I'm on the rocks So he's on the clock Until the job gets through When the weekend rolls around I get to missing you So this whiskey's got some work to do Yeah this whiskey's got some work to do
Writer(s): Adam Wood, Mark Irwin, Walker Carl Montgomery Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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