D5                    E5                A5 
At eight Monday mornin' I'm in my bed asleep 
            D5                          E5                       A5 
Well now no bell ringin' thing tellin' me it's time to hit the street 
                 D5                       E5 
Oh No, don't you knock on my door 'cause I ain' a-comin' 
         A5                   D5 
Tell the bossman I quit or I died or something 
    D5                                                E5  
I'm doin' all those things I always said I wanted to do 
 

                D5      E5 
I don't want no J.O.B. bringin' me 
A5          
Down like a damn dog to my knees 
    D5                E5                      A5  
All work and no play ain't no way for me to live 
            D5                       E5 
Well now my days too short, I ain't got no time 
A5 
I got one life, it's a-goin'-a be mine 
       D5                    E5           A5 
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 

Yea and I just got a letter from the folks at the IRS 

Well now the bills are piled high and the grass needs a-mowin 

Think I'll jump in my truck and just keep on going 

Find me a place where the drinks are free 

And the pretty girls all love me 
 
Chorus 
      D5                           A5         
Seems all I ever do is work these fingers to the bone 
   D5                                    E5                  A5  
If this is all that life can offer, I'd rather be dead and gone 
 
Chorus