A Reason to Work

[Verse] The sun's barely risin', clock tells me it's time, To head to the factory, punch in by nine. Machines keep on hummin', but my mind's in a daze, Feels like I'm lost in a never-ending maze. [Verse 2] I see old Joe smilin', got a picture of his kids, Talks 'bout 'em growin' up, all the things that they did. And me, I clock out, just to an empty room, No one's there waitin' to wash away this gloom. [Chorus] Workin' these hours makes a man tough, But comin' home alone, it's never enough Pour a whiskey neat, singin' the blues, 'Cause work sucks when there's no one to come home to [Instrumental] [Verse 3] Clock hits five, I punch that time card, Another day in the grindyard scarred Dust on my boots, sweat on my brow, A lonesome drive home, empty somehow [Verse 4] There's a double-wide trailer waitin' on me, But ain't no pretty face I've been longing to see Just the hum of the fridge and the old ceiling fan, In a house that echoes like an empty can [Chorus] Workin' these hours makes a man tough, But comin' home alone, it's never enough Pour a whiskey neat, singin' the blues, 'Cause work sucks when there's no one to come home to [Chorus] Workin' these hours makes a man tough, But comin' home alone, it's never enough Pour a w [Chorus] Workin' these hours makes a man tough, But comin' home alone, it's never enough Pour a whiskey neat, singin' the blues, 'Cause work sucks when there's no one to come home to [Outro acoustic guitar]