Tom: A
Introdução:
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
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