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Introduction:

“Tired” by Toby Keith, from his 1997 album Dream Walkin’, is a reflective country ballad co-written with Chuck Cannon. The song captures the profound weariness and resilience of its protagonist, who toils day in and day out to support his family. With a straightforward acoustic arrangement, “Tired” uses Keith’s gravelly vocals and evocative storytelling to depict the life of a working-class man named Jackson. This character grapples with exhaustion from a monotonous factory job while still holding on to his responsibilities and values, a narrative that resonates deeply with those who face similar challenges in everyday life.

Produced by James Stroud, “Tired” uses minimalistic instrumentation, featuring acoustic guitars and a mournful pedal steel that underscore the song’s melancholic tone. The simplicity of the arrangement emphasizes the protagonist’s struggle and the rawness of the lyrics, which explore themes of duty, financial strain, and a longing for a life less burdened by daily hardships.

Although “Tired” did not reach the top of the charts, it has remained a fan favorite due to its relatability and its portrayal of the universal experience of physical and emotional fatigue. This song highlights Toby Keith’s ability to connect with his audience through authentic and heartfelt storytelling, solidifying his reputation as a voice for everyday Americans. “Tired” continues to resonate with listeners who find solace in its honest reflection on life’s demands and the perseverance required to navigate them.

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Lyrics:

“Tired”

My name is Jackson, I was named after my father
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