paroles de chanson Working Man's Song - Morgan Wallen

This tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin'
Lookin' for my golden ticket, can't find no silver linin'
And these days, nine-to-five feels more like 25-to-life, and
Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin'

I punch the clock, wanna punch a ticket to New York and punch the boss
But they don't pay enough for me to cover that cost
So I punch the Sheetrock instead
Cover my debts, keep the family fed
They've been promisin' me another dollar or three
But that talk is as cheap as these boots I'm wearin'
And that's been wearin' on more than my soul
And all that I know

This tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin'
Lookin' for my golden ticket, can't find no silver linin'
And these days, nine-to-five feels more like 25-to-life, and
Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin', nah
Supposed to feel like dyin', nah

Red, blue, right, left, they still workin' us to death
And whatever's left over at the end's to the IRS (to the IRS)
Head above water but I'm kickin' like hell
Ain't nobody lookin' out for me but myself
Ain't no gettin' out from under all of these underpaid checks
And last time I checked

This tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin'
Lookin' for my golden ticket, can't find no silver linin'
And these days, nine-to-five feels more like 25-to-life, and
Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin', nah (oh, hell nah)
Supposed to feel like dyin', nah (hell nah, hell nah)
Supposed to feel like dyin', nah

This tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin'
Lookin' for my golden ticket, can't find no silver linin'
And these days, nine-to-five feels more like 25-to-life, and
Tryin' to make a livin' isn't supposed to feel like dyin', nah (oh, hell nah)
Supposed to feel like dyin', nah (hell nah)
Supposed to feel like dyin', nah (hell nah)

Hell nah
Hell nah
Hell nah
Hell nah