J.O.B.

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

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

      D                           
Seems all I ever do is work these 
A
fingers to the bone
   D                               
If this is all that life can offer,
     E                  A
 I'd rather be dead and gone

Chorus