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

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

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

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