Shiftwork (Duet With George Strait) Lyrics

Shift work, hard work, tired bar

Blue-collar shirt and a baseball cap

You knew me



He's hot, sweat drops, 'round the clock

Door never locks

Noise never stops

Not all day

Work seven to three

Three to eleven

Eleven to seven



Shift work, tough work for the convenience store clerk

Two feet that hurt, going insane

She's mad at some lad

Drove off and didn't pay for his gas and he won't be the last

'round the clock pain

Work seven to three

Three to eleven

Eleven to seven



Talking about a bunch of shift work

A big ol' pile of shift work

Work seven to three

Three to eleven

Eleven to seven



Well i work, shift work,

Ten years man, i hated that work

I made a break with the money i made

It took me to the beach to have a beer by the edge of the sea

And this 'round a clock place

I drank my money away

We partied

Work seven to three

Three to eleven

Eleven to seven



Talking about a bunch of shift work

A big ol' pile of shift work

Work seven to three

Three to eleven

Eleven to seven



(instrumental interlude)



Talking about a bunch of shift work

A big ol' pile of shift work

Work seven to three

Three to eleven

Eleven to seven



Work seven to three

Three to eleven

Eleven to seven