By Toby Keith
rmofle at satx.rr.com
[E]My name is Jackson, I was [Bm]named after my [A]father
[E]Followed in his footsteps, down here [D]to this facto[E]ry
[E]I ain't complainin', wouldn't [Bm]waste my breath to [A]bother
[E]This work ain't hard, it's only [D]borin' as can [E]be
[E]Married Rebecca back in [Bm]seventy-[A]seven
[E]I still love her and I [D]guess she loves me [E]too
[E]We go to church on Sundays 'cause we [Bm]want to go to [A]heaven
[E]Me and my family, ain't that [D]how you're supposed to [E]do
Chorus 1:
But I'm [F#m]tired, Lord I'm [E]tired
[Bm]Life is wearin' me [A]smooth down to the [E]bone
With [Bm]no rest for the [A]weary, ya just move [E]on
[F#m]Tired, Lord I'm [E]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
And the way she said good morning made me ask is something wrong
Chorus 2:
She said I'm tired, I woke up tired
Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone
With no rest for the weary, ya just move on
And I guess you just keep goin' till your gone
Tired, Lord I'm tired
Tired, Lord I'm tired
rmofle at satx.rr.com
[E]My name is Jackson, I was [Bm]named after my [A]father
[E]Followed in his footsteps, down here [D]to this facto[E]ry
[E]I ain't complainin', wouldn't [Bm]waste my breath to [A]bother
[E]This work ain't hard, it's only [D]borin' as can [E]be
[E]Married Rebecca back in [Bm]seventy-[A]seven
[E]I still love her and I [D]guess she loves me [E]too
[E]We go to church on Sundays 'cause we [Bm]want to go to [A]heaven
[E]Me and my family, ain't that [D]how you're supposed to [E]do
Chorus 1:
But I'm [F#m]tired, Lord I'm [E]tired
[Bm]Life is wearin' me [A]smooth down to the [E]bone
With [Bm]no rest for the [A]weary, ya just move [E]on
[F#m]Tired, Lord I'm [E]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
And the way she said good morning made me ask is something wrong
Chorus 2:
She said I'm tired, I woke up tired
Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone
With no rest for the weary, ya just move on
And I guess you just keep goin' till your gone
Tired, Lord I'm tired
Tired, Lord I'm tired
