Tired

E Bm A My name is Jackson, I was named after my father E D E Followed in his footsteps, down here to this factory E Bm A I ain't complainin', wouldn't waste my breath to bother E D E This work ain't hard, it's only borin' as can be E Bm A Married Rebecca back in seventy-seven E D E I still love her and I guess she loves me too E Bm A We go to church on Sundays 'cause we want to go to heaven E D E Me and my family, ain't that how you're supposed to do F#m E But I'm tired, Lord I'm tired Bm A E Life is wearin' me smooth down to the bone Bm A E With no rest for the weary, ya just move on F#m E Tired, Lord I'm tired