Kenny Chesney - Shiftwork (Duet With George Strait) Lyrics

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Shift work, hard work
Tired body and a blue collared shirt
And a baseball cap
Union made.

He's hot, sweat drops
Round the clock
The door never locks
And the noise never stops
Night or day.

Workin'
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven.

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Shift work, tough work
For the busy convenience store clerk
Two feet that hurt
Goin' insane.

She's mad
Some lad drove off
And didn't pay for his gas
And won't be the last
'Round the clock pain.

Workin'
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven.

I'm talking about a bunch of shift work
A big ole pile of shift work.

Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven.

Well, I worked
Shift work
For ten years, man I hated that work
Then I made a break with the money I saved
Took me, to the beach
To have a beer by the edge sea
And this 'round the clock points
I drink my money away.

We party'd, seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven.

I'm talking about a bunch of shift work
A big ole pile of shift work
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven.

I'm talking about a bunch of shift work
A big ole pile of shift work
Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven.

Seven to three
Three to eleven
Eleven to seven...

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lyrics submitted by babyblueeyes11 on 17-09-2007
lyrics corrected by Phil on 04-02-2008