I work my fingers to the bone
Not a pretty little penny have I got to show
I ain’t looking for much
Just a little bit of rest by the side of the road

I lift my voice to the forces above
The lords of labor and the goddess of love
Ain’t I been a good hard working servant and son

And the sky turns black
And it cracks with the thundering voice
Work is what you are
When you’re breathing in and out
Til your final breath falls to the floor

So swing down that sledge hammer through the wood
Little test of mind over flesh oughta do you good
Get up off the ground
You can lay down
When the day is done
And on the seventh day you can lay in the morning sun

I want to make my home on a mountain high
Just me and my lover and the big old sky
I aint’ asking for much
Just a little bit of rest before the day that I die

I lift my voice to the forces above
The lords of labor and the goddess of love
Ain’t I been a good hard working servant and son

And the sky turns black
And it cracks with the thundering voice
Work is what you are
When you’re breathing in and out
Til your final breath falls to the floor

So swing down that sledge hammer through the wood
Little test of mind over flesh oughta do you good
Get up off the ground
You can lay down
When the day is done
And on the seventh day you can lay in the morning sun

So swing down that sledge hammer through the wood
Little test of mind over flesh oughta do you good
Get up off the ground
You can lay down
When the day is done
And on the seventh day you can lay in the morning sun


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Fingers to the Bone song meanings
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