Kenny Chesney - Shiftwork (Duet With George Strait) lyrics

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Shift work, hard work

Tired body and a blue collared shirt

And a baseball cap

Union made.

He's hot sweat drops

Round the clock

The door never locks

And the noise never stops

Night or day.

Workin'

Seven to three

Three to eleven

Eleven to seven.

Shift work, tough work

For the busy convenience store clerk

Two feet that hurt

From going insane.

She's mad

And some man drove off

And didn't pay for his gas

And won't be the last

'Round the clock pain.

Workin'

Seven to three

Three to eleven

Eleven to seven.

I'm talking about a bunch of shift work

A big ole pile of shift work.

Seven to three

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

Took me, to the beach

To have a beer by the edge of the sea

And this 'round the clock points

I drank my money away.

We party'd, seven to three

Three to eleven

Eleven to seven.

I'm talking about a bunch of shift work

A big ole pile of shift work

Seven to three

Three to eleven

Eleven to seven,

I'm talking about a bunch of shift work

A big ole pile of shift work

Seven to three

Three to eleven

Eleven to seven.

Seven to three

Three to eleven

Eleven to seven...

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