Willie Nelson - Tired lyrics
[Willie Nelson - Tired lyrics]
My name is Jackson
I was named after my father
I followed in his footsteps down
Here to this factory
And I ain't complaining
Wouldn't waste my breath to bother
This work ain't hard
It's only boring as can be
I married Rebbecca back in seventy-seven
And I still love her and I
Guess she loves me too
We go to church on Sunday cause
We want to go to heaven me and my family
Ain't that how you're supposed to do?
But, I'm tired, Lord I'm tired
Life is wearing me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the weary, ya just move on
And I'm tired
Only missed six days and nights
Of twenty years of working
Money went to taxes and these
Bills I've paid on time
Raise I got six months ago don't
Meet the cost of living
Selling my body for these
Nickels and these dimes
The smell of Becky's coffee rolled me
Out of bed this morning
I showered and I shaved and dressed
And pulled my work boots on
Walked in the kitchen
And she was staring out of the window
And the way she said good morning
Made me ask, "Is something wrong?"
She said, "I'm tired, I woke up tired"
Life is wearing me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the weary, ya just move on
And I guess we'll just keep
Going till we're gone
And I'm tired, Lord, I'm tired
Said, "I'm tired", Lord, I'm tired
I was named after my father
I followed in his footsteps down
Here to this factory
And I ain't complaining
Wouldn't waste my breath to bother
This work ain't hard
It's only boring as can be
I married Rebbecca back in seventy-seven
And I still love her and I
Guess she loves me too
We go to church on Sunday cause
We want to go to heaven me and my family
Ain't that how you're supposed to do?
But, I'm tired, Lord I'm tired
Life is wearing me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the weary, ya just move on
And I'm tired
Only missed six days and nights
Of twenty years of working
Money went to taxes and these
Bills I've paid on time
Raise I got six months ago don't
Meet the cost of living
Selling my body for these
Nickels and these dimes
The smell of Becky's coffee rolled me
Out of bed this morning
I showered and I shaved and dressed
And pulled my work boots on
Walked in the kitchen
And she was staring out of the window
And the way she said good morning
Made me ask, "Is something wrong?"
She said, "I'm tired, I woke up tired"
Life is wearing me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the weary, ya just move on
And I guess we'll just keep
Going till we're gone
And I'm tired, Lord, I'm tired
Said, "I'm tired", Lord, I'm tired