[Chorus: Big Smo & Alexander King]

I woke up this mornin', tied my boots up 'cause I knew it's goin' to be a long day

Fired my truck up, grabbed my coffee, kissed my baby, got on my way

'Cause I'm workin' 'til it's hurtin', that's the only way to make an honest day's pay

So I'm workin' even when it's hurtin', that's the only way to make an honest day's wage

[Verse 1: Big Smo]

Yeah, I'm up early with the birdies, ready to get dirty

This ain't a song for you if you asleep at seven thirty

I rise like the sun; I'm the bag of the pounds

A full throttle in the bottle like that home-made shine

I'm just tryin' to make a livin', boss man trippin'

My overtime's strong; I don't pay him no attention

Money in the mason jar, country boy pension

Old lady, three kids, take a lot to fill the kitchen

Fingernails dirty, my back stay hurtin'

You can bet I got to play for every penny that I'm earnin'

I ain't askin' for a raise, but I know the boss heard me

Nobody on this job site's workin' like I'm workin'

[Pre-Chorus: Big Smo]

Thirty below to a hundred degrees

You ain't pushin' hard enough if your hands don't bleed

I'm the first to clock in and the last to leave

I ain't never had a problem rollin' up my sleeves

[Chorus: Big Smo & Alexander King]

I woke up this mornin', tied my boots up 'cause I knew it's goin' to be a long day

Fired my truck up, grabbed my coffee, kissed my baby, got on my way

'Cause I'm workin' 'til it's hurtin', that's the only way to make an honest day's pay

So I'm workin' even when it's hurtin', that's the only way to make an honest day's wage

[Verse 2: Big Smo]

I'm out the door by the sun up, focused on the come-up

We never sleep in, that ain't how we was brought up

I push it to the limit when the money gets low

And been known to work past when the plant whistle blows

Pay check feelin' like a lottery ticket

I might save a couple bucks if my kids don't spend it

It don't matter 'cause I love it every day of my life

Spent more time on the clock than I do with my wife

State to state, never late, puttin' miles on the road

Drop it off, fill it up, get me to my next load

Call my old lady, let her know I'll be late

And I ain't worry 'cause I know that she goin' to save me a plate

I told you

[Pre-Chorus: Big Smo]

Thirty below to a hundred degrees

You ain't pushin' hard enough if your hands don't bleed

I'm the first to clock in and the last to leave

I ain't never had a problem rollin' up my sleeves

[Chorus: Big Smo & Alexander King]

I woke up this mornin', tied my boots up 'cause I knew it's goin' to be a long day

Fired my truck up, grabbed my coffee, kissed my baby, got on my way

'Cause I'm workin' 'til it's hurtin', that's the only way to make an honest day's pay

So I'm workin' even when it's hurtin', that's the only way to make an honest day's wage

[Bridge: Big Smo & Alexander King]

Workin', workin'

Workin', workin'

[Chorus: Big Smo & Alexander King]

I woke up this mornin', tied my boots up 'cause I knew it's goin' to be a long day

Fired my truck up, grabbed my coffee, kissed my baby, got on my way

'Cause I'm workin' 'til it's hurtin', that's the only way to make an honest day's pay

So I'm workin' even when it's hurtin', that's the only way to make an honest day's wage