Kenny Chesney - Shiftwork - duet with george strait lyrics

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...