Tired

My name is Jackson, I was named after my father I followed in his footsteps down here to this factory And I ain't complainin', wouldn't waste my breath to bother This work ain't hard, it's only borin' 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 wanna 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 wearin' 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 starin' 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 wearin' me smooth down to the bone No rest for the weary, ya just move on And I guess we'll just keep goin' 'til we're gone

And I'm tired

Lord, I'm tired

Said, "I'm tired"

Lord, I'm tired