Eulogy of a working man

Well, it's too damn hot for all that work. I've given it all I've got and withstood the hurt. Had to find a road with a little bit of dirt and just slow down.

All those hours just sweating away from busting my ass another damn day. Working like a dog to give away my pay. Feeling like I'm about to drown.

That mailbox is going to be full again today when I get home. But someday, these bills are gonna end cause I'll be dead and gone.

Yeah I won't have to wish that I could just sit and fish or regret all the shit I've missed by being gone. I won't have to work that day to earn any kind of pay. In that casket is where I'll lay and turn to bones.

The mailman will still keep bringing all those bills cause he won't know the deal or even understand. I worked my life away and gave all my time for pay just waiting for the day to hear this eulogy of a working man.