Shiftwork (with George Strait)

Shift work, hard work, tired body

Blue-collar shirt and a baseball cap

You knew me

And he's hot, sweat drops, 'round the clock

The door never locks and the noise never stops

Not all day

Workin' seven to three or three to eleven

Eleven to seven

Shift work, tough work for the busy

Convenience store clerk

Two feet that hurt, going insane

She's mad at some lad

Drove off and didn't pay for his gas

And he won't be the last

'Round the clock pain

Workin' seven to three or three to eleven

Eleven to seven

I'm talking about a bunch of shift work

A big ol' pile of shift work

Seven to three or three to eleven

Eleven to seven

Well I worked shift work

For ten years man, I hated that work

Then I made a break with the money I saved

It took me to the beach

To have a beer by the edge of the sea

And this 'round the clock place

I drank my money away

We partied seven to three or three to eleven

Eleven to seven

I'm talking about a bunch of shift work

A big ol' pile of shift work

Seven to three or three to eleven

Eleven to seven

Talking about a bunch of shift work

A big ol' pile of shift work

Talking about a bunch of shift work

A big ol' pile of shift work

Seven to three, three to eleven

Eleven to seven