Workin' (feat. Alexander King)

Woke up this morning Tied my boots up Cause I knew it was gonna be a long day Tied my truck up Grabbed my coffee, kissed my baby And got on my way Cause I'm working Til it's hurting That's only way to make an honest days pay So I'm workin, even when it's hurting That's the only way to make an honest days wage Yeah, I'm up early with the birdies Ready to get dirty This ain't a song for you if you asleep at 7: 30 I rise like the sun on the back of the pan It's full throttle in the bottle like that homemade shine I'm just trying to make a livin, boss man trippin I'm all the time strong, I don't pay him no attention Money in the mason jar, country boy bitchin Ole lady, three kids, take a lot to fill the kitchen Thinkin that's dirty, my back stay hurtin You can bet I gotta pay for e'ry penny that i'm earning I ain't asking for a raise, but I know the boss heard me Nobody n this jobsite is workin like I'm workin 30 below, to a hunded degrees You ain't pushin hard enough if your hands don't bleed I'm the first to clock in and the last to leave And I don't have a problem rolling up my sleeves I woke up this morning Tied my boots up Cause I knew it was gonna be a long day Tied my truck up Grabbed my coffee, kissed my baby And got on my way Cause I'm working Til it's hurting That's only way to make an honest days pay So I'm workin, even when it's hurting That's the only way to make an honest days wage I'm at the door by sun up, focused on the come up We never sleep in; that ain't how we was brought up I push it to the limit when the money get's low And then on to work pass when the plant whistle blows Paychecks feelin like a lottery ticket, Might save a couple bucks if the kids don't Spend it Don't matter cause I love it, every day of my life Spen' more time on the clock than with my wife State to state never late, putting miles on the road Drop it off, fill it up, get me to my next load Call my ole lady I'm gonna be late But I ain't worried cause she's gonna save me a plate I told you 30 below, to a hunded degrees You ain't pushin hard enough if your hands don't bleed I'm the first to clock in and the last to leave And I don't have a problem rolling up my sleeves I woke up this morning Tied my boots up Cause I knew it was gonna be a long day Tied my truck up Grabbed my coffee, kissed my baby And got on my way Cause I'm working Til it's hurting That's only way to make an honest days pay So I'm workin, even when it's hurting That's the only way to make an honest days wage Workin' Workin' Workin' Workin' I woke up this morning Tied my boots up Cause I knew it was gonna be a long day Tied my truck up Grabbed my coffee, kissed my baby And got on my way Cause I'm working Til it's hurting That's only way to make an honest days pay So I'm workin, even when it's hurting That's the only way to make an honest days wage