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

to 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

To 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

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