Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Woke up this morning, cold Tuesday light,
Gotta hit the road, ain't no time to fight.
Chilly breeze blowin', through the cracks in the door,
But I gotta make a livin', that's what I'm workin' for.
[Chorus]
Oh, it's a cold Tuesday morning,
But I gotta keep on movin', ain't no time for mourning.
Got bills to pay, and mouths to feed,
So I'll put on my boots, and head out with speed.
[Verse 2]
Coffee in my cup, barely wakin' my soul,
But I'll shake off the drowsiness, reachin' my goal.
Gotta punch that clock, make it through the day,
In this cold Tuesday mornin', I'll find my own way.
[Chorus]
Oh, it's a cold Tuesday morning,
But I gotta keep on movin', ain't no time for mourning.
Got bills to pay, and mouths to feed,
So I'll put on my boots, and head out with speed.
[Bridge]
The highway stretches out, under the gray sky,
But I'll keep on truckin', no need to ask why.
With every mile closer, to that old workplace,
I'll find my rhythm, set my own pace.
[Chorus]
Oh, it's a cold Tuesday morning,
But I gotta keep on movin', ain't no time for mourning.
Got bills to pay, and mouths to feed,
So I'll put on my boots, and head out with speed.
[Outro]
So here's to the workers, on this cold Tuesday grind,
In the end, it's the spirit that we find.
We'll make it through, with a song in our heart,
In this cold Tuesday mornin', we'll each play our part.
[Chorus]
Oh, it's a cold Tuesday morning,
But I gotta keep on movin', ain't no time for mourning.
Got bills to pay, and mouths to feed,
So I'll put on my boots, and head out with speed.
[Outro]
So here's to the workers, on this cold Tuesday grind,
In the end, it's the spirit that we find.
We'll make it through, with a song in our heart,
In this cold Tuesday mornin', we'll each play our part.
