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| My name is JacksonI was named after my father
Followed in his footstepsdown here to this factory
I ain't complainin'wouldn't waste my breath to bother
This work ain't hardit's only borin' as can be
Married Rebecca back in seventy-seven
I still love her and I guess she loves me too
We go to church on Sundays 'cause we want to go to heaven
Me and my familyain't that how you're supposed to do
But I'm tiredLord I'm tired
Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the wearyya just move on
TiredLord I'm tired
I've only missed six days in nigh on twenty years o' work
The money went to taxes and these bills I've paid on time
The raise I got two months ago don't meet the cost o' 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 shaved and dressed and pulled my work boots on
Walked in the kitchenshe was starin' out the window
The way she said good morning made me ask is something wrong
She said I'm tiredwoke up tired
Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the wearyya just move on
I guess you just keep goin' till your gone
TiredLord I'm tired
TiredLord I'm tired
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