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