Born to Work for My Money

[Verse] Sun's risin' high over fields of green, Hand on the plow, workin' like a machine, Mama always said, you get what you sow, In the heat of the day, under that endless glow. [Verse 2] Boots in the dust, sweat on my brow, Ain't no time for rest, gotta work anyhow, Neighbors noddin', they know what it means, This life we live, ain't no in-betweens. [Chorus] Born to work for my money, ain't askin' for no handouts, Early to rise and late to bed, that's what it's all about, Keep those wheels turning, gotta make that sweet pay, Day by day, come what may, I'll keep the grind at bay. [Bridge] Moon's climbing high, casting long, cool shades, Calloused hands ache but they ain't never afraid, Dad's old words echo like an old refrain, "You gotta work the land, son, through joy and pain." [Verse 3] Barn lights flicker, day's drawing to a close, Still, there's that fire, in this heart that knows, From dawn to dusk, I’m out fighting fate, With every step I take, early, until it’s late. [Chorus] Born to work for my money, ain't askin' for no handouts, Early to rise and late to bed, that's what it's all about, Keep those wheels turning, gotta make that sweet pay, Day by day, come what may, I'll keep the grind at bay.