I work my fingers to the bone not a prett y little penny have I got to show I aint looking for much just a little bit of rest by the side of the road
I lift my voice to the forces of birds the lords of labor and the goddess of love And I been a good hard worker serving the sun.
and the sky turns black and it cracks with the thundering voice work is what you want your breathing in and out your final breath falls to the floor
swing down that sledge hammer through the world little test of mind over flesh outa do you good get off the ground you can lay down when the day is done on the seventh day you can lay in the morning sun
I want to make my home on the mountain high just me and my lover and the big old sky I aint ask for much just a little bit of rest for the day that I die