Wake in the morning and roll out of bed
Find me some coffee to clear my poor head
Get dressed in denim and a button-down shirt
Head out to sweat as I work, work, work.
Down in the depths under mountains of rock
Follow the vain as you wear down the clock
No worry the rumble you occasionally hear
Counting the time ‘til drinking your beer

Work will be finished when the whistle is heard
Settle your tools without saying a word
Shake off the dust of an honest day’s work
Refraining from telling the man he’s a jerk
The ride to the top, a dark jostling affair
Yet soon enough you be smelling fresh air
Wash up a little make yourself clean again
Head down to the bar for a PBR and gin

Your dinner is waiting back at your home
Yet you're tossing darts sipping your foam
When you finally make it to your back door
The kids run and hug you knocked to the floor
Your plate is all ready and waits in its place
Your wife rubs your shoulders as you say grace
You praise God for his mercy, watching above
Eating your dinner while bathing in love

The kids do their chores and study for school
When they ask you for help you feel like a fool
The radio’s singing some old timer’s song
Where life makes one suffer doing you wrong
When everything settles and the kids are in bed
While you listen to music she kisses your head
Then off to the bed so to cuddle and rest
Your life though not perfect, is life at its best

09/07/2018

Posted on 09/07/2018
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