All day long I break my back
To keep this company in the black
There's gotta be an end to all this labor
When I hear that whistle blow
I can't wait to see your smiling fac

a_good_day_to_run

I'm tired of working every day for a dollar.
About to choke on my own blue collar.

This ain't gonna last.
Misled by the grand illusion.
I've come to this conclusion

have_you_forgotten

I hear people saying we don't need this war
I say there's some things worth fighting for
What about our freedom and this piece of ground?
We didn't get to keep 'em by backing do

the_way_things_are_goin’


those_less_fortunate_than_i

I don't have a lot, but I'm proud of what I've got
I can't complain
'Cause I see people hangin' round, on the city streets downtown
Living on pocket change
There're times

back_where_i_belong

(Darryl Worley/Steve Leslie/Randy Hardison)

There's a little shack tucked back in the timber
It wasn't much back then but it was home
Sometimes it hurts me to remember

sideways

I show up for work on time at least five days a week
Punch that clock and toe the line just to make ends meet
Every day on my way home I pass them neon lights
But I been thinkin

i_built_this_wall

(Darryl Worley/Jerry Salley)

I dug this hole I'm standing in
She made it clear she ain't coming back again
I'm dying here it's dark and cold
Oh, I'm the only on

is_it_just_us

Today I drove through this ol' town
Took a real good look around
Saw a lot of things I'd never seen before
An older couple holding hands
Young lovers picking out wedding b

second_wind

There's an old friendly breeze that blows in the Gulf of Mexico
Somehow it always knows when I'm feeling low
So I'm gonna anchor down and wait till it comes around
Leave the res

family_tree

Dancin' in the living room cuttin' up a rug
Dancin' with a baby looks more like a hug
Livin' in a house made of saw mill wood
"Roll over Beethoven" never sounded so good
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if_i_could_just_be_me

I'd like to lay this old hammer down
Drive my pickup truck to town
Find a friend and just hang around
If I could just be me

Grab a bobber and my old cane pole


callin’_caroline


when_you_need_my_love

Two in the morning telephone rings
Somehow I knew who it was
'Cause baby it's always the same old thing
When you need my love

You say it's over again and again

where_you_think_you’re_going