J.O.B.

   D                    E                A
At eight Monday mornin' I'm in my bed asleep
            D                          E                       A
Well now no bell ringin' thing tellin' me it's time to hit the street
                 D                       E
Oh No, don't you knock on my door 'cause I ain' a-comin'
         A                   D
Tell the bossman I quit or I died or something
    D                                                E
I'm doin' all those things I always said I wanted to do

                D      E
I don't want no J.O.B. bringin' me
A
Down like a damn dog to my knees
    D                E                      A
All work and no play ain't no way for me to live
            D                       E
Well now my days too short, I ain't got no time
A
I got one life, it's a-goin'-a be mine
       D                    E           A
Livin' wild and free, don't want no J.O.B.


Well now the landlord's a-knockin, oh, I'm in one helluva mess
Yea and I just got a letter from the folks at the IRS
Well now the bills are piled high and the grass needs a-mowin
Think I'll jump in my truck and just keep on going
Find me a place where the drinks are free
And the pretty girls all love me


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      D                           A
Seems all I ever do is work these fingers to the bone
   D                                    E                  A
If this is all that life can offer, I'd rather be dead and gone

Chorus