Workin out here on the railroad line
Breaking my back for nickles and dimes
Sweatin' in the hot sun all of the time
Well I wake up and pray that the sun don't shine

Tomorrow morning I swear to my soul
I'm gonna go cut me a hickory pole
And sit right back by the fishin' hole all day

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day

[fiddle bridge]

So go tell that man that I won't be back
To lay no more of that railroad track
I got little green weeds growing round my shack
I keep my money in a gunny sack

Well I'm never gonna be a millionaire
Just pass me over cause I don't care
I'll sit right back in my easy chair all day

Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day
Tomorrow
Tomorrow
Tomorrow's gonna be another day