Shiftwork (Duet With George Strait) with George Strait

歌詞

Shift work, hard work, tired body A blue-collar shirt and a baseball cap Union made He's hot, sweat drops, 'round the clock The door never locks, and the noise never stops Night or day Workin', seven to three, or three to eleven, eleven to seven Shift work, tough work, for the busy convenience store clerk Two feet that hurt, going insane She's mad, at some lad, drove off and didn't pay for his gas And he won't be the last, 'round the clock pain Workin', seven to three, or three to eleven, eleven to seven I'm talkin' 'bout a bunch of shift work A big ol' pile of shift work Seven to three, or three to eleven, eleven to seven Well I worked, shift work For ten years, man, I hated that work Then I made a break, with the money I saved It took me, to the beach, to have a beer by the edge of the sea In this 'round the clock place, I drank my money away We partied, seven to three, or three to eleven, eleven to seven I'm talkin' 'bout a bunch of shift work A big ol' pile of shift work Seven to three, or three to eleven, eleven to seven Talkin' 'bout a bunch of shift work A big ol' pile of shift work Seven to three, or three to eleven, eleven to seven Seven to three, or three to eleven, eleven to seven