Same Jeans Same Shirt

I woke up just to, to get up. Starting over again from point A. Twenty-four hours Is a long way away, A long way away. Smelling my sunrise, tired of shit, Tired I am. Coffee guts to get me going. Another cup in these hardcore hands. Same jeans, same shirt, same boots, Same belt. One look in this closet, You'll see there's nothing else. Same jeans, same shirt, working boots, Sweaty old hat. Ain't nothing more, nothing else. Nothing really more than that. Elbow grease and sweat. So tired after these days. Pack of Camels in my torn shirt pocket. Three hundred and sixty-five same old ways. To grind, just grind, through this same old shit. Just to make one more damn dime to rent And hit. I don't get this, don't get this. Same jeans, same shirt, same boots, Same belt. One look in this closet, You'll see there's nothing else. Same jeans, same shirt, working boots, Sweaty old hat. Ain't nothing more, nothing else. Nothing really more than that. Sunset dropping like my jeans on the floor. Ice cold beer in my hand, rocking on that Old front porch. Rocking, crickets singing on that front porch. Reliving those long ago days, letting the day slip On by. One beer, two beers, and some pain. One more reason why. Tomorrow's starting up again, and I'll pick up where I left. Same jeans, same shirt, same boots, Same belt. One look in this closet, you'll see there's nothing Else. Same jeans, same shirt, working Boots, sweaty old hat. Ain't nothing more, nothing else. Nothing really more than that. Nothing really more than that. Same jeans, same shirt, same boots, And a worn out old belt. You see there's nothing else, nothing else, Nothing else, nothing else. Nothing more than that. Nothing more than that.