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