Toby Keith - Tired

^EMy name is Jackson, I was ^Bmnamed after my ^Afather ^EFollowed in his footsteps, down here ^Dto this facto^Ery ^EI arenât complaining, wouldn't wa^Bmste my breath to bo^Ather ^EThis work arenât hard, it's only bo^Dring as can be^E

^EMarried Rebecca back in ^Bmseventy-^Aseven ^EI still love her and I ^Dguess she loves me ^Etoo ^EWe go to church on Sundays 'cause we ^Bmwant to go to ^Aheaven ^EMe and my family, arenât that how^D you're supposed to do ^E

But I'm ^F#mtired, Lord I'm ^Etired ^BmLife is wearing me ^Asmooth down to the ^Ebone ^BmNo rest for the ^Aweary, you just move ^Eon ^F#mTired, Lord I'm ^Etired

^EI've only missed six days in nigh on ^Bmtwenty years o' ^Awork ^EThe money went to taxes and these ^Dbills I've paid on ^Etime ^EThe raise I got two months ago don't ^Bmmeet the cost o' ^Aliving ^ESelling my body for these ^Dnickels and these ^Edimes

^EThe smell of Becky's coffee rolled me ^Bmout of bed this ^Amorning ^EI showered and shaved and dressed and ^Dpulled my work boots ^Eon ^EWalked in the kitchen, she was ^Bmstaring out the ^Awindow ^EThe way she said good morning made me ^Dask is something ^Ewrong She said ^F#mI'm tired, woke up ^Etired ^BmLife is wearing me ^Asmooth down to the ^Ebone ^BmNo rest for the ^Aweary, you just move ^Eon ^BmI guess you just keep ^Agoing till your ^Egone ^F#mTired, Lord I'm ^Etired ^F#mTired, God I'm ^Etired