Work to Do

Eight hours a day

Five days a week

Name on my shirt

Dead on my feet

Cash in my check

Hit up the bar

Drink by myself

Wonder where you are

Yeah tonight this bottle better roll up its sleeves

Cause neither one of us is gonna get any sleep

I'm on the rocks

So he's on the clock

Until the job gets through

When the weekend rolls around I get to missing you

So this whiskey's got some work to do

Ice in a glass

Two finger pour

Drowning what hurts till it don't no more

No making up

No second chance

This drink's gonna have a fight on his hands

Yeah tonight this bottle better roll up its sleeves

Cause neither one of us is gonna get any sleep

I'm on the rocks

So he's on the clock

Until the job gets through

When the weekend rolls around I get to missing you

So this whiskey's got some work to do

Beer and tequila just don't do the trick

But baby your memory don't ever quit

So tonight this bottle better roll up its sleeves

Cause neither one of us is gonna get any sleep

I'm on the rocks

So he's on the clock

Until the job gets through

When the weekend rolls around I get to missing you

So this whiskey's got some work to do

Yeah this whiskey's got some work to do