Tracy Lawrence Lyrics
I'm there at 8:00, not 8:01; and I stay late to get it done,
and tolerate the bosses son, good jobs don't grow on trees.
There's even rumors goin' round, there gonna shut this factory down.
it's gonna kill this little town, if they send it over seas.
You can hope for the best and plan for the worst,
if lightening doesn't strike you first.
Who knows what's gonna happen in the end?
I just work like it's all up to me and pray like it's all up to Him.
I got that Friday pay check in my hand, minus a bite from Uncle Sam;
but no complaints, I understand; it's the nature of the game.
I pay the water bill, electricity, the mortgage and that policy
that takes care of my family, should the Good Lord call my name.
I just hope for the best and plan for the worst,
if lightening doesn't strike me first.
Who knows what's gonna happen in the end?
I just work like it's all up to me and pray like it's all up to Him.
And at the end of the day when I've done all I can,
I drop to my knees and leave it all in his hands.
and I just hope for the best and plan for the worst,
if lightening doesn't strike me first.
Who knows what's gonna happen in the end?
I just work like it's all up to me and pray like it's all up to Him...
Like it's all up to Him.
