Shift work, hard work
Tired body and a blue collared shirt
And a baseball cap
Union made
He's hot sweat drops
Round the clock
The door never locks
And the noise never stops
Night or day
Workin'
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven
Shift work, tough work
For the busy convenience store clerk
Two feet that hurt
From going insane
She's mad
And some man drove off
And didn't pay for his gas
And won't be the last
'Round the clock pain
Workin'
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven
I'm talking about a bunch of shift work
A big ole pile of shift work
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven
Well, I worked
Shift work
For ten years man I hated that work
Then I made a break with the money I saved
Took me, to the beach
To have a beer by the edge of the sea
And this 'round the clock points
I drank my money away
We party'd, seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven
I'm talking about a bunch of shift work
A big ole pile of shift work
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven
I'm talking about a bunch of shift work
A big ole pile of shift work
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven...