D A D A

   D
My alarm goes off early, Can't afford to be late. 
      Bm
If I don't get a move on then i won't get paid. 
      C                           G            D
So i throw back those covers and get my butt out of bed. 
           D
Its still dark when im leavin' so i let my lady sleep. 
       Bm
I know her and them babies are countin on me 
       C                     G                     A
To put food on the table and keep this roof over our head.


Chorus
      D
Yeah, that's why i get crackin' in the mornin' 
 A
Fight all that traffic on I-40 
        G           D         Em       D        G   A
Punch a clock at a job for a boss that i don't like 
     D   
Yeah that's why i keep swingin' that hammer 
 A
Fight for each step i take on that ladder 
G        D           Em            D      G     A  
Break my back for a slice of that American pie 
      D            A
Yeah, that's why.


         D
Well, I wear a hard hat, steel-toed boots, and leather gloves 
        Bm
And my office is the front seat of a four-door truck 
    C                       G                         D
Decorated with crayon drawn pictures all taped to the dash 
          D
And our junior pro football starts here in July 
             Bm
There'll be shoulder pads, jerseys, and new cleats to buy 
       C                          G                      A
And my wifes had her eye on some earrings i'd sure like her to have 

Yeah i would..


Chorus
      D
Yeah, that's why i get crackin' in the mornin' 
 A
Fight all that traffic on I-40 
         G          D        Em        D        G    A
Punch a clock at a job for a boss that i don't like 
      D             
Yeah that's why i keep swingin' that hammer 
 A
Fight for each step i take on that ladder 
G        D           Em             D     G     A
Break my back for a slice of that American pie 
           D       A
Yeah, that's why.


           G           D           Em              D
They want cell phones, laptops, ballet shoes, and dresses 
G       D       Em                        A
Xbox, Ipods and rock'n'roll drum lessons


     D 
But, that's why i get crackin' in the mornin' 
 A
Fight all that traffic on I-40 
        G           D        Em        D        G    A
Punch a clock at a job for a boss that i don't like 
        D
Yeah that's why i keep swingin' this hammer 
 A  
Fight for each step i take on this ladder 
 G       D           Em           D      G       A
Break my back for a slice of that American pie 
       D           A    
Yeah, that's why.
       D           A   D
Yeah, that's why