The weatherman called it a heatwave
I bet he ain't the one been peelin off his clothes every night
We're out here swingin these hammers
Tryin to chip a nickel off the company dime
I swear the time clock must be punch drunk
Cause these days they go on for years
And the world it spins around in a puddle
Of blood, sweat, and Heaven Hill
Hey my my
They oughta make this kind of labor a crime
Another brick and my backs gonna buckle
What's a guy gotta do to get by
Down here livin for quittin' time
They're hiring over at the Sutherland store
Got me stichin mattresses for sixty nine cents
They got coffee in the break room
Brendas got another picture of her ugly ass kids
It's just too much for not enough man
An honest wage it don't pay for shit
I'm just wondering around this dead end town
Trying to find a way to pay my rent
Hey my my
I shoulda gotten into white collar crime
Workin my fingers down to the knuckle bones
What's a guy gotta do to get by
Down here livin for quittin' time
Somebody get me a goddamn drink
How about a bottle on the company tab
Me and Beam and the boys called a meetin
And we ain't leavin here until we're all smashed
Hey my my
I swear one of these days I might
Stuff everything I own in a duffle bag
Man I'm leavin at quittin' time
Hey my my
If my old Fords willin and the creek don't rise
I'm gonna stuff everything in a duffle bag
Man I'm leavin at quittin' time