Under Twenty Dollars
Clocked out at sunrise from the assembly line
Running on coffee and a piece of my mind
By noon I am sweeping up the hardware floor
Just waiting to see what else life has in store (ohhh)
I'm shifting gears, spinning wheels around
Trying to find where my boots hit the ground
Too many caps on a single head
Just trying to earn my daily bread
Monday I'm driving
a heavy red rig
Tuesday I'm digging
a water-well dig
My hands are calloused,
my spine is sore
But I still haven't found what I'm looking for
(ohhh) I'm shifting gears,
spinning wheels around
Trying to find where my boots hit the ground
Too many caps on a single head
Just trying to earn my daily bread
They say a rolling stone gathers no moss
But standing still just feels like a loss
I'll keep on searching through the classified lines
Until the right key finally aligns (ohhh)
I'm shifting gears, spinning wheels around
Trying to find where my boots hit the ground
Too many caps on a single head
Just trying to earn my daily bread
Just trying to earn my daily bread... (mmmmm)