A father's view of the struggles it takes to raise a daughter. Set in the 1940's, this is track #6 off of the Album "Chronological"
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Feeling the woes of mindless labor for mindless reason, our main character in this Chapter draws his inspiration for life from his daughter. A classic tale of a parent's dedication to their child.
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I'm walkin home now I'm tired again
Middle of the week when will the weekend?
The wheel keeps turning my gear grinds on
Work my fingers so hard, even my bones gone
Another day another dollar another week gone
Walk my tired ass down the street til I hit my front lawn
I'm working til I'm dead for the bread I deserve it
The bread in your stomach's much better when ya earn it
it's been years upon years endless earnin of the loot
It's amazing how my paycheck kills my happiness pursuit
It's the same story everyday I wanted to quit livin
Until you were born girl the love that you keep givin
Everyday I rivet steel for Ford's automobile
I just know it'll provide your next meal
so uh,,,I let the sweat rivet down my neck
You're entire future in every paycheck
That's right, every piece of this messed up world
I try to turn around just for you girl
You're momma's gone so what do we do?
I'll work my life away and I do it just for you
An 8 to 6 this aint no 9-5
Workin for my daughter keeping her alive
Every morning from the break of dawn
Working my finger so hard even my bone's gone
I'm walkin home now I'm tired again
Middle of the week when will the weekend?
The wheel keeps turning my gear grinds on
Work my fingers so hard, even my bones gone
When I get home after the days long chore
I look into your eyes I swear I've seen your soul before
If I ever feel like I aint got nothin left to live for
I could look right at you at and…I'd remember once more
And once more, I'd feel alive again
It's the middle of the week when will the week end
I'm just another man and I'm bound to pass through
I'm working so you don't have to do what I do
And seemingly meaninglessly waste your life away
I mean meaning you could see if you weren't a slave to the day
And the tick-tock clock talks talkin ticks meticulous
Tick-tick-tick my life away it's seems so ridiculous
But for you my life-line I'd stop the hands of time
And safely place you in your future n sacrifice mine
I take deep breath another day another dollar
One foot in front the other, I do it for my daughter
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An 8 to 6 this aint no 9-5
Workin for my daughter keeping her alive
Every morning from the break of dawn
Working my finger so hard even my bone's gone
I'm walkin home now I'm tired again
Middle of the week when will the weekend?
The wheel keeps turning my gear grinds on
Work my fingers so hard, even my bones gone
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