Work - Ron Pope

Carhart jacket on 5: 30 AM

Feeling like the ace of spades

Fifteen years old, work till the sun comes

Then I’m off to school again

Working my back as a young man

Taught me I’d rather work my mind

So we’d cop a little smoke

And crack a couple jokes

Just trying to learn to survive

I wanted to work to live

No not just live to work

I had a pain deep in my bones beneath my T-shirt

Was a young man singin' an old man’s song

Payin' with my last dimes

But working to live beats living to work

Anytime

I had a teacher

She told my mother that she better find me a trade

Because boys like me well we all grow up

To be long term guests of the state

Now I worked hard because I had to

I never found much luck

Till' I built my world

Round' a Georgia girl

Who told me that I was enough

I wanted to work to live

No not just live to work

I had a pain deep in my bones beneath my t-shirt

Was a young man singing an old man’s song

Paying with my last dimes

But working to live beats living to work

Anytime

Sometimes at night I wake with a shiver

Sweat soaking clean through my sheets

Then I remember I am who I am

Not who they said I would be

And I wasn’t born with nothin'

Cept' a voice and common sense

Maybe that’s why I took off runnin'

The first chance that I had

I wanted to work to live

No not just live to work

I had a pain deep in my bones beneath my T-shirt

Was a young man singing an old man’s song

Paying with my last dimes

But working to live beats living to work

Anytime

Oh working to live beats living to work

Anytime