| Song | Fingers to the Bone |
| Artist | Brown Bird |
| Album | Salt for Salt |
| I’ve worked my fingers to the bone | |
| not a pretty little penny have I got to show | |
| I ain’t looking for much | |
| just a little bit of rest by the side of the road | |
| I lift my voice to the forces above | |
| the Lords of labor and the Goddess of love | |
| ain’t I been a good, hard working | |
| faithful servant and son | |
| then the sky turns black | |
| and it cracks with a thundering voice | |
| work is what you are when you’re breathing in and out | |
| til your final breath falls to the floor | |
| so swing down that sledgehammer through the wood | |
| a little test of mind over flesh oughtta do you good | |
| get up off the ground | |
| you can lay down when the day is done | |
| and on the seventh day | |
| you can lay in the morning sun | |
| I want to make my home on a mountain high | |
| just me and my lover and the big old sky | |
| I ain’t asking for much | |
| just a little bit of rest before the day that I die | |
| I lift my voice to the forces above | |
| the Lords of labor and the Goddess of love | |
| ain’t i been a good, hard working | |
| faithful servant and son | |
| then the sky turns black | |
| and it cracks with a thundering voice | |
| work is what you are when you’re breathing in and out | |
| til your final breath falls to the floor | |
| so swing down that sledgehammer through the wood | |
| a little test of mind over flesh oughtta do you good | |
| get up off the ground | |
| you can lay down when the day is done | |
| and on the seventh day | |
| you can lay in the morning sun |
| I' ve worked my fingers to the bone | |
| not a pretty little penny have I got to show | |
| I ain' t looking for much | |
| just a little bit of rest by the side of the road | |
| I lift my voice to the forces above | |
| the Lords of labor and the Goddess of love | |
| ain' t I been a good, hard working | |
| faithful servant and son | |
| then the sky turns black | |
| and it cracks with a thundering voice | |
| work is what you are when you' re breathing in and out | |
| til your final breath falls to the floor | |
| so swing down that sledgehammer through the wood | |
| a little test of mind over flesh oughtta do you good | |
| get up off the ground | |
| you can lay down when the day is done | |
| and on the seventh day | |
| you can lay in the morning sun | |
| I want to make my home on a mountain high | |
| just me and my lover and the big old sky | |
| I ain' t asking for much | |
| just a little bit of rest before the day that I die | |
| I lift my voice to the forces above | |
| the Lords of labor and the Goddess of love | |
| ain' t i been a good, hard working | |
| faithful servant and son | |
| then the sky turns black | |
| and it cracks with a thundering voice | |
| work is what you are when you' re breathing in and out | |
| til your final breath falls to the floor | |
| so swing down that sledgehammer through the wood | |
| a little test of mind over flesh oughtta do you good | |
| get up off the ground | |
| you can lay down when the day is done | |
| and on the seventh day | |
| you can lay in the morning sun |