Kenny Chesney, George Strait - Shiftwork lyrics

Shift work, hard work, tired body
Blue-collar shirt and a baseball cap
You knew me

He's hot, sweat drops, 'round the clock
The door never locks and
The noise never stops night or day
Workin' seven to three three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Shift work, tough work
For the busy convenience store clerk
Two feet that hurt, going insane
She's mad at some lad
Drove off and didn't pay for his gas
And he won't be the last
'Round the clock pain workin' seven to three
Three to eleven eleven to seven

I'm talkin' 'bout a bunch of shift work
A big ol' pile of shift work seven to three
Three to eleven eleven to seven

Well, I worked shift work
For ten years, man, I hated that work
Then I made a break with the money I saved
It took me to the beach
To have a beer by the edge of the
Sea in this 'round the clock place
I drank my money away we partied
Seven to three three to eleven
Eleven to seven

I'm talkin' 'bout a bunch of shift work
A big ol' pile of shift work seven to three
Three to eleven eleven to seven

Talkin' 'bout a bunch of shift work
A big ol' pile of shift work seven to three
Three to eleven eleven to seven
Seven to three three to eleven
Eleven to seven