Shiftwork (Duet With George Strait)

Shift work, hard work, tired body
Blue-collar shirt and a baseball cap
You knew me

And he's hot, sweat drops, 'round the clock
The door never locks and the noise never stops
Not all day

Workin' seven to three or three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Shift work, tough work for the busy 
Convenience store clerk
Two feet that hurt, going insane
She's mad at some lad
Drove off and didn't pay for his gas
 And he won't be the last
'Round the clock pain

Workin' seven to three or three to eleven
Eleven to seven

I'm talking about a bunch of shift work
A big ol' pile of shift work
Seven to three or three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Well I worked shift work
For ten years man, I hated that work
Then I made a break with the money I saved

It took me to the beach 
To have a beer by the edge of the sea
And this 'round the clock place
I drank my money away

We partied seven to three or three to eleven
Eleven to seven

I'm talking about a bunch of shift work
A big ol' pile of shift work
Seven to three or three to eleven
Eleven to seven

Talking about a bunch of shift work
A big ol' pile of shift work
Talking about a bunch of shift work
A big ol' pile of shift work

Seven to three, three to eleven
Eleven to seven