Workin’ Songtext
von Big Smo

I woke up this morning, tied my boots up
′Cause I knew it gon' 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 working, 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 living, boss man tripping
Oh but, I'm strong, I don′t pay him no attention
Money in the mason jar, country boy bitching
No lady, three kids, take a lot to fill the kitchen


Thinking that′s dirty, my back stay hurting
You can bet I gotta pay for every penny that I'm earning
I ain′t asking for a raise, but I know the boss heard me
Nobody on this job-site is working like I'm working

30 below, to a hundred degrees
You ain′t pushing hard enough if your hands don't bleed
I′m the first to clock in and the last to leave
And I ain't have a problem rolling up my sleeves

I woke up this morning, tied my boots up
'Cause I knew it gon′ 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 gets low
And been on to work pass when the plant whistle blows
Paychecks feeling like a lottery ticket


I might save a couple bucks if my kids don′t spend it
Don't matter ′cause I love it, every day of my life
Spend more time on the clock than I do 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, "Let 'em know I′ll be late"

And I ain't worried ′cause I know that she's gon' save me a plate
I told you, "30 below to a hundred degrees"
And you ain′t pushing hard enough if your hands don′t bleed
I'm the first to clock in and the last to leave
And I ain′t never have a problem rolling up my sleeves

I woke up this morning, tied my boots up
'Cause I knew it gon′ 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 working, 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 gon' 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