Fingers to the Bone

I've worked my fingers to the bone Not a pretty little penny have I got to show I ain't looking for much Just a little bit of rest by the side of the road I lift my voice to the forces above The lords of labor and the goddess of love Ain't I been a good, hard working Faithful servant and son Then the sky turns black And it cracks with a thundering voice Work is what you are when you're breathing in and out 'Til your final breath falls to the floor So swing down that sledgehammer through the wood A little test of mind over flesh oughta do you good Get up off the ground You can lay down when the day is done And on the seventh day You can lay in the morning sun I want to make my home on a mountain high Just me and my lover and the big old sky I ain't asking for much Just a little bit of rest before the day that I die I lift my voice to the forces above The lords of labor and the goddess of love Ain't I been a good, hard working Faithful servant and son Then the sky turns black And it cracks with a thundering voice Work is what you are when you're breathing in and out 'Til your final breath falls to the floor So swing down that sledgehammer through the wood A little test of mind over flesh oughta do you good Get up off the ground You can lay down when the day is done And on the seventh day You can lay in the morning sun Swing down that sledgehammer through the wood A little test of mind over flesh oughta do you good Get up off the ground You can lay down when the day is done And on the seventh day You can lay in the morning sun