Introduction:
“Tired” by Toby Keith is a heartfelt and introspective song from his 1998 album Dream Walkin’. Co-written by Keith and Chuck Cannon, the track delves into the emotional and physical weariness that accompanies life’s relentless challenges. The song’s stripped-down arrangement, featuring acoustic guitar and a melancholic pedal steel, creates a poignant atmosphere that complements Keith’s distinctive baritone vocals.
Produced by James Stroud, “Tired” reflects a vulnerability not often associated with Keith’s bold persona, offering listeners a glimpse into a more introspective side of the artist. The lyrics resonate with individuals burdened by life’s demands, making it a relatable anthem for those seeking solace and acknowledgment of their struggles. Despite its somber theme, the song also celebrates human resilience and the quiet determination to persevere.
“Tired” received significant acclaim upon its release, showcasing Keith’s ability to connect deeply with his audience. While it may not have achieved the commercial dominance of some of his more upbeat tracks, it remains a standout piece in his catalog for its raw emotional honesty and understated production. The song exemplifies Keith’s talent for blending storytelling with relatable themes, solidifying its place as a cherished classic among his fans.
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Lyrics:
“Tired”
Followed in his footsteps, down here to this factory
I ain’t complainin’, wouldn’t waste my breath to bother
This work ain’t hard, it’s only borin’ as can beMarried Rebecca back in seventy-seven
I still love her and I guess she loves me too
We go to church on Sundays ’cause we want to go to heaven
Me and my family, ain’t that how you’re supposed to do
But I’m tired, Lord I’m tired
Life is wearin’ me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the weary, ya just move on
Tired, Lord I’m tired
I’ve only missed six days in nigh on twenty years o’ work
The money went to taxes and these bills I’ve paid on time
The raise I got two months ago don’t meet the cost o’ living
Selling my body for these nickels and these dimes
The smell of Becky’s coffee rolled me out of bed this morning
I showered and shaved and dressed and pulled my work boots on
Walked in the kitchen, she was starin’ out the window
The way she said good morning made me ask is something wrong
She said I’m tired, woke up tired
Life is wearin’ me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the weary, ya just move on
I guess you just keep goin’ till your gone
Tired, Lord I’m tired
Tired, Lord I’m tired