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Working Man’s Song Lyrics - Morgan Wallen
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<!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Chorus]<br>This tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin'<br>Lookin' for my golden ticket, can't find no silver linin'<br>And these days, nine-to-five feels more like twenty-five to life, and<br>Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin'</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Verse 1]<br>I punch the clock, wanna punch a ticket to New York and punch the boss<br>But they don't pay enough for me to cover that cost<br>So, I punch the Sheetrock instead<br>Cover my debts, keep the family fed<br>They've been promisin' me another dollar or three<br>But that talk is as cheap as these boots I'm wearin'<br>And that's been wearin', on more than my soul<br>And all that I know</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Chorus]<br>This tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin'<br>Lookin' for my golden ticket, can't find no silver linin'<br>And these days, nine-to-five feels more like twenty-five to life, and<br>Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin', nah<br>Supposed to feel like dyin', nah</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Verse 2]<br>Red, blue, right, left, they still workin' us to death<br>And whatever's left over at the end's to the IRS<br>Head above water but I'm kickin' like hell<br>Ain't nobody lookin' out for me but myself<br>Ain't no gettin' out from under all of these underpaid checks<br>And last time I checked<br>See Morgan Wallen Live<br>Get tickets as low as $89</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>You might also like<br>LA Night<br>Morgan Wallen<br>Crazy Eyes<br>Morgan Wallen<br>I Got Better<br>Morgan Wallen</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Chorus]<br>This tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin'<br>Lookin' for my golden ticket, can't find no silver linin'<br>And these days, nine-to-five feels more like twenty-five to life, and<br>Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell no)<br>Supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell no, hell no)<br>Supposed to feel like dyin', nah</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Instrumental Break]</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Chorus]<br>This tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin'<br>Lookin' for my golden ticket, can't find no silver linin'<br>And these days, nine-to-five feels more like twenty-five to life, and<br>Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell no)<br>Supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell no)<br>Supposed to feel like dyin', nah (Hell no)</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph --> <!-- wp:paragraph --> <p>[Outro]<br>(Hell no)<br>(Hell no)<br>(Hell no)<br>(Hell no)</p> <!-- /wp:paragraph -->
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