These long hot days. Ballit of the working man

Verse 1

These long, hot days… they’re kickin’ my ass,

Need some downtime with friends… whiskey in my glass.

Boss man says, “Boy, no time for bad behavior,”

But if he knew how I don’t wanna be here…

I’d tell him today—

“Take this job and shove it, Lord!”

Because…

Chorus

I spent my whole life workin’ for the man,

Life ain’t easy—makin’ a livin’ with these hands.

Forty-hour week don’t pay the bills no more,

So I do what it takes… push a little more—

And I thank God every day… for the blessings He pours.

(Instrumental

Verse 2

Friday after work… I’m crawlin’ back home,

She calls just to hear my voice… on that telephone.

Says, “Where we goin’, baby? Or we stayin’ in again?”

I say, “Naw, darlin’—we did that last week,

Dress up pretty… I’m comin’ home.”

Lord, I love that woman… ain’t no doubt.

Chorus

I spent my whole life workin’ for the man,

Life ain’t easy—makin’ a livin’ with these hands.

Forty-hour week don’t pay the bills no more,

So I do what it takes… push a little more—

And I thank God every day… for the blessings He pours.