(Toby Keith/Chuck Cannon)



My name is Jackson, I was named after my father

Followed in his footsteps, down here to this factory

I ain't complainin', wouldn't waste my breath to bother

This work ain't hard, it'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 family, ain't that how you're supposed to do



But I'm tired, Lord I'm tired

Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone

No rest for the weary, ya just move on

Tired, Lord 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 kitchen, she was starin' out the window

The way she said good morning made me ask is something wrong

She said I'm tired, woke up tired

Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone

No rest for the weary, ya just move on

I guess you just keep goin' till your gone

Tired, Lord I'm tired

Tired, Lord I'm tired