I woke up this morning
Tied my boots up
cause I knew it was gonna be a long day
Tied my [bad word] up
Grabbed my coffee, kissed my baby 
And got on my way

Cause I'm working, 
Til it's hurting
That's only way to make an honest days pay
So I'm workin, even when it's hurting
That's the only way to make an honest days wage

Yeah, I'm up early with the birdies
ready to get dirty
This ain't a song for you if you asleep at 7:30
I rise like the sun on the back of the pan
It's full throttle in the bottle like that homemade shine
I'm just trying to make a livin, boss man trippin, 
I'm all the time strong, I don't pay him no attention
Money in the mason jar, country boy [bad word]  
Ole lady, three kids, take a lot to fill the kitchen, 
Thinkin that's dirty, my back stay hurtin,
You can bet I gotta pay for e'ry penny that i'm earning, 
I ain't asking for a raise, but I know the boss heard me
Nobody n this jobsite is workin like I'm workin, 

30 below, to a hunded degrees, 
You ain't pushin hard enough if your hands don't bleed,
I'm the first to clock in and the last to leave, 
and I don't have a problem rolling up my sleeves

I woke up this morning
Tied my boots up
cause I knew it was gonna be a long day
Tied my [bad word] up
Grabbed my coffee, kissed my baby 
And got on my way

Cause I'm working, 
Til it's hurting
That's only way to make an honest days pay
So I'm workin, even when it's hurting
That's the only way to make an honest days wage

I'm at the door by sun up, focused on [bad word] up
We never sleep in; that ain't how we was brought up 
I push it to the limit when the money get's low
And then on to work pass when the plant whistle blows
Paychecks feelin like a lottery ticket, Might save a couple bucks if the kids don't spend it
Don't matter cause I love it, every day of my life
Spen' more time on the clock than with my wife 
State to state never late, putting miles on the road
Drop it off, fill it up, get me to my next load
Call my ole lady I'm gonna be late, 
But I ain't worried cause she's gonna save me a plate 
I told you 

30 below, to a hunded degrees, 
You ain't pushin hard enough if your hands don't bleed,
I'm the first to clock in and the last to leave, 
and I don't have a problem rolling up my sleeves

I woke up this morning
Tied my boots up
Cause I knew it was gonna be a long day
Tied my [bad word] up
Grabbed my coffee, kissed my baby 
And got on my way

Cause I'm working, 
Til it's hurting
That's only way to make an honest days pay
So I'm workin, even when it's hurting
That's the only way to make an honest days wage

Workin'
Workin'
Workin'
Workin'

I woke up this morning
Tied my boots up
Cause I knew it was gonna be a long day
Tied my [bad word] up
Grabbed my coffee, kissed my baby 
And got on my way

Cause I'm working, 
til it's hurting
That's only way to make an honest days pay
So I'm workin, even when it's hurting
That's the only way to make an honest days wage