I'm there at 8:00 not 8:01
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And I stay late to get it done
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And tolerate the boss' son
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Good jobs don't grow on trees
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There's even rumors goin' 'round
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There gonna shut this factory down
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It's gonna kill this little town
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If they send it overseas
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And you can hope for the best
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And plan for the worst
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If lightening doesn't strike you first
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Who knows what's gonna happen in the end?
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I just work like it's all up to me
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And pray like it's all up to Him
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I got that Friday pay check in my hand
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Minus a bite from Uncle Sam
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But no complaints, I understand
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It's the nature of the game
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I pay the water bill, electricity
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The mortgage and that policy
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That takes care of my family
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Should the good Lord call my name
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And I just hope for the best
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And plan for the worst
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If lightening doesn't strike me first
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Who knows what's gonna happen in the end?
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I just work like it's all up to me
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And pray like it's all up to Him
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And at the end of the day
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When I've done all I can
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I drop to my knees
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And leave it all in His hands
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And I just hope for the best
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And plan for the worst
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If lightening doesn't strike me first
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Who knows what's gonna happen in the end?
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I just work like it's all up to me
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And pray like it's all up to Him
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Like it's all up to Him
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Up To Him
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| Tracy Lawrence |
