Don't Feel Like a Livin'
Working through this 9-5
Putting away my overtime
Wondering when this daily grind will end, will end
Headed to work fore the sun comes up
On the way home me and the moon catch up
Wondering if I'll see my babies to bed, to bed
Working away
Working away my days
Give me the strength - Give me the strength to stay
Dirty hands make clean money
And a blue collar boy like me is
Wondering why making a living don't feel like a livin to me
Honey I know it's hard but it pays those bills
Maybe one day we'll be living for thrills
But Give them a kiss and tell 'em daddy says goodnight, goodnight
Working away
Working away my days
Give me the strength - Give me the strength to stay
Dirty hands make clean money
And a blue collar boy like me is
Wondering why making a living don't feel like a livin to me
I know I'm here to do more on earth
Than work for a wage less than what I'm worth
But l'Il stick it out till I figure it out I guess, I guess
Working away
Working away my days
Give me the strength - Give me the strength to stay
Dirty hands make clean money
And a blue collar boy like me is
Wondering why making a living don't feel like a livin to me
Putting away my overtime
Wondering when this daily grind will end, will end
Headed to work fore the sun comes up
On the way home me and the moon catch up
Wondering if I'll see my babies to bed, to bed
Working away
Working away my days
Give me the strength - Give me the strength to stay
Dirty hands make clean money
And a blue collar boy like me is
Wondering why making a living don't feel like a livin to me
Honey I know it's hard but it pays those bills
Maybe one day we'll be living for thrills
But Give them a kiss and tell 'em daddy says goodnight, goodnight
Working away
Working away my days
Give me the strength - Give me the strength to stay
Dirty hands make clean money
And a blue collar boy like me is
Wondering why making a living don't feel like a livin to me
I know I'm here to do more on earth
Than work for a wage less than what I'm worth
But l'Il stick it out till I figure it out I guess, I guess
Working away
Working away my days
Give me the strength - Give me the strength to stay
Dirty hands make clean money
And a blue collar boy like me is
Wondering why making a living don't feel like a livin to me
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Writer(s): Braeden Counts
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