Tired

<br>My name is Jackson, I was named after my father<br>Followed in his footsteps, down here to this factory<br>I ain`t complainin`, wouldn`t waste my breath to bother<br>This work ain`t hard, it`s only borin` as can be<br>Married Rebecca back in seventy-seven<br>I still love her and I guess she loves me too<br>We go to church on Sundays `cause we want to go to heaven<br>Me and my family, ain`t that how you`re supposed to do<br>But I`m tired, Lord I`m tired<br>Life is wearin` me smooth down to the bone<br>No rest for the weary, ya just move on<br>Tired, Lord I`m tired <br><br>Only missed six days in nigh on twenty years o` workin`<br>The money went to taxes and these bills I`ve paid on time<br>The raise I got two months ago don`t meet the cost of living<br>Selling my body for these nickels and these dimes<br>The smell of Becky`s coffee rolled me out of bed this morning<br>I showered and shaved and dressed and pulled my work boots on<br>Walked in the kitchen, she was starin` out the window<br>The way she said good morning made me ask is something wrong<br>She said I`m tired, woke up tired<br>Life is wearnin` me smooth down to the bone<br>No rest for the weary, ya just move on<br>I guess you just keep going` till you`re gone<br>Tired, Lord I`m tired<br>Tired, God I`m tired