Morgan Wallen - Working Man's Song lyrics

This trying to make a living isn't supposed to feel like dying
Looking for my golden ticket, can't find no silver lining
These days, 9-to-5 feels more like twenty-five to life, and
Trying to make a living isn't supposed to feel like dyin

I punch the clock, wanna punch a ticket to New York and punch the boss
But they don't pay enough for me to cover that cost
So, I punch the Sheetrock instead
Cover my debts, keep the family fed
They been promising me another dollar or three
But that talk is as cheap as these boots I'm wearing
And that's been wearing on more than my soul
And all that I know

Is trying to make a living isn't supposed to feel like dying
Looking for my golden ticket, can't find no silver lining
These days, 9-to-5 feels more like twenty-five to life, and
Trying to make a living isn't supposed to feel like dying, nah
Supposed to feel like dying, no

Red, blue, right, left, they still working us to death
And whatever's left over at the end's to the IRS
Head above water but I'm kicking like hell
Aingt nobody looking out for me but myself
Aingt no getting out from under all of these underpaid checks
And last time I checked

Trying to make a living isn't supposed to feel like dying
Looking for my golden ticket, can't find no silver lining
These days, 9-to-5 feels more like twenty-five to life, and
Trying to make a living isn't supposed to feel like dying, nah (hell nah)
Supposed to feel like dying, nah (hell no, hell no)
Supposed to feel like dying, nah (hell no)

Trying to make a living isn't supposed to feel like dying
Looking for my golden ticket, can't find no silver lining
These days, 9-to-5 feels more like 25 to life, and
Trying to make a living isn't supposed to feel like dying, nah (hell nah)
Supposed to feel like dying, nah (hell no, hell no)
Supposed to feel like dying, nah (hell no)

(Hell no)
(Hell no)
(Hell no)
(Hell no)