Something More Than Free - Live
When I get home from work
I'll call up all my friends, and we'll go bust up something beautiful
We'll have to build again
When I get home from work
I'll wrestle off my clothes, and leave 'em right inside the front door
Nobody's home to know
You see the hammer finds a nail
And a freight train needs the rails
I guess I'm doin' what I'm on this earth to do
I don't think on why I'm here, where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
Sunday morning, I'm too tired to go to church
But I thank God for the work
I thank God for the work
When I get my reward
My work will all be done
And I will sit back in my chair beside the father and the son
There's no more holes to fill
And no more rocks to break
And no more loading boxes on the trucks for someone else's sake
You see the hammer finds a nail
And the poor man's up for sale
I guess I'm doin' what I'm on this earth to do
I don't think on why I'm here, where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
Every night I dream I'm drowning in the dirt
But I thank God for the work
And the day will come
I'll find a reason
Somebody proud to love a man like me
My back is numb
My hands are freezing
But what I'm working for is something more than free
I don't think on why I'm here, where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
Sunday morning, I'm too tired to go to church
But I thank God for the work
I thank God for the work
I'll call up all my friends, and we'll go bust up something beautiful
We'll have to build again
When I get home from work
I'll wrestle off my clothes, and leave 'em right inside the front door
Nobody's home to know
You see the hammer finds a nail
And a freight train needs the rails
I guess I'm doin' what I'm on this earth to do
I don't think on why I'm here, where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
Sunday morning, I'm too tired to go to church
But I thank God for the work
I thank God for the work
When I get my reward
My work will all be done
And I will sit back in my chair beside the father and the son
There's no more holes to fill
And no more rocks to break
And no more loading boxes on the trucks for someone else's sake
You see the hammer finds a nail
And the poor man's up for sale
I guess I'm doin' what I'm on this earth to do
I don't think on why I'm here, where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
Every night I dream I'm drowning in the dirt
But I thank God for the work
And the day will come
I'll find a reason
Somebody proud to love a man like me
My back is numb
My hands are freezing
But what I'm working for is something more than free
I don't think on why I'm here, where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
Sunday morning, I'm too tired to go to church
But I thank God for the work
I thank God for the work
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Jason Isbell
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