My name is Jackson, I was named after my father  Followed in his footsteps, down here to this factory  I ain't complainin', wouldn't waste my breath to bother  This work ain't hard, it's only borin' as can be    Married Rebecca back in seventy-seven  I still love her and I guess she loves me too  We go to church on Sundays 'cause we want to go to heaven  Me and my family, ain't that how you're supposed to do    But I'm tired, Lord I'm tired  Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone  No rest for the weary, ya just move on  Tired, Lord I'm tired    I've only missed six days in nigh on twenty years o' work  The money went to taxes and these bills I've paid on time  The raise I got two months ago don't meet the cost o' living  Selling my body for these nickels and these dimes    The smell of Becky's coffee rolled me out of bed this morning  I showered and shaved and dressed and pulled my work boots on  Walked in the kitchen, she was starin' out the window  The way she said good morning made me ask is something wrong  She said I'm tired, woke up tired  Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone  No rest for the weary, ya just move on  I guess you just keep goin' till your gone  Tired, Lord I'm tired  Tired, Lord I'm tired