Fingers To The Bone

I've worked my fingers to the bone
 Not a pretty little penny have I got to show
 I ain't looking for much
 Just a little bit of rest by the side of the road
 I lift my voice to the forces above
 The lords of labor and the goddess of love
 Ain't I been a good, hard working
 Faithful servant and son
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 Then the sky turns black
 And it cracks with a thundering voice
 Work is what you are when you're breathing in and out
 'Til your final breath falls to the floor
 So swing down that sledgehammer through the wood
 A little test of mind over flesh oughta do you good
 Get up off the ground
 You can lay down when the day is done
 And on the seventh day
 You can lay in the morning sun
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 I want to make my home on a mountain high
 Just me and my lover and the big old sky
 I ain't asking for much
 Just a little bit of rest before the day that I die
 I lift my voice to the forces above
 The lords of labor and the goddess of love
 Ain't I been a good, hard working
 Faithful servant and son
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 Then the sky turns black
 And it cracks with a thundering voice
 Work is what you are when you're breathing in and out
 'Til your final breath falls to the floor
 So swing down that sledgehammer through the wood
 A little test of mind over flesh oughta do you good
 Get up off the ground
 You can lay down when the day is done
 And on the seventh day
 You can lay in the morning sun
 Swing down that sledgehammer through the wood
 A little test of mind over flesh oughta do you good
 Get up off the ground
 You can lay down when the day is done
 And on the seventh day
 You can lay in the morning sun