I just received my diploma
I got a job up around Durant Oklahoma
Working shutdowns for Mr Flour Daniels
The kind of work I was so sure I could handle
Well I fell in with this dude named Joe
Joe said he was 35 years old
I swear he looked just like living hell
Direct result of too many of them seven twelves
I'm working myself to death
I'm working myself to death
I'm working days without rest
I'm working myself to death
Ol Joe showed me all of the ropes
How to work all day on just a little bit of dope
We would stay up and we would party all night
We would make it back to work just in time
I was making more money than I could spend
I'm making 38 an hour and I counting per diem
And I was staying up for days without rest
And I never busted one single random piss test
Cause I'm working myself to death
I'm working myself to death
Working days without rest
I'm working myself to death
Well I'm a young man seeing many different towns
Yeah and I always had me a party hanging around
Making money life was so easy for me to cope
Joe taught me how to cook my own dope
Yeah and one year started feeling just like ten
Taking more and more of that stuff to make me spin
Got the deep dark circles around my eyes
And I'm losing that grip on my life
I'm working myself to death
I'm working myself to death
Working days without rest
I'm working myself to death
Play that guitar
Well I just turned 25 last week
On top of a three day tweak
I got the truck loaded up and now I'm on the move
Catch a shutdown just north of Baton Rouge
And I just crossed that Louisiana line
And I'm crashing down from my high
Yeah and both of my eyes are getting kinda heavy
It's so hard to hold this old Chevy steady
Swerved across the broken white line
Head on into a semi
I'm spiraling down into hell
Yeah I hope he don't work me seven twelves
Hey thank you so much
Is awh I guess is everybody still there
It's hard to see anybody
All we see is fire and lights
This song is called Bobby Blair
It's about a friend of mine