Shiftwork (with George Strait)

by Troy James

from the album Just Who I Am: Poets & Pirates


Lyrics

Shift work, hard work
, tired body
Blue collar shirt and a baseball cap
Union made

He’s hot, sweat drops, ’round the clock
Door never locks
And the noise never stops
Not all day
Work seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Shift work, tough work for the 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
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Talking ’bout a bunch of shift work
A big ol’ pile of shift work
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Well I work, shift work,
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
And this ’round the clock place
I drank my money away
We partied
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Talkin’ ’bout a bunch of shift work
A big ol’ pile of shift work
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Talkin’ ’bout a bunch of shift work
A big ol’ pile of shift work
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven