Workin' (feat. Alexander King)

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