Top Songs By William Michael Morgan
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
William Michael Morgan
Lead Vocals
Brent Mason
Electric Guitar
Glenn Worf
Bass
Gordon Mote
Piano
Ilya Toshinskiy
Acoustic Guitar
Larry Franklin
Fiddle
Paul Franklin
Pedal Steel Guitar
Shannon Forrest
Drums
Wes Hightower
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bart Butler
Songwriter
Aaron Godvin
Songwriter
Driver Williams
Songwriter
Brett Tyler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scott Hendricks
Producer
Jimmy Ritchey
Producer
Erik Hellerman
Editing Engineer
Josh Ditty
Assistant Engineer
Justin Bennington
Assistant Engineer
Brian David Willis
Editing Engineer
Jeff Balding
Recording Engineer
Justin Niebank
Mixing Engineer
Scott Johnson
Producer
Andrew Mendelson
Mastering Engineer
Seth Morton
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Boombox on the toolbox
AM hittin' that sweet spot
Red bandana and a white t-shirt
Me and this tractor pushin' up dirt
Carhartts and a shocked up chainsaw
Sweat drippin' off this Resistol
Damned it I ain't my daddy's son
If I don't do it, it don't get done
I'm workin' in this hot sun
Workin' like a man
I'm workin' on this cold one
Right here in my hand
But when it's time to kick my boots off
I don't just hit the hay
I start workin' on my real job
Pullin' down them shades
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday too
If I ain't workin' outside this house
I'm inside workin' on you
And it's workin'
Yeah baby, it's workin'
It's kinda hard not watchin' you swingin' on that porch swing
Checking me out doing my thing
Bare feet up, a little red wine
Waitin' on me to call quittin' time
I'm workin' in this hot sun
Workin' like a man
I'm workin' on this cold one
Right here in my hand
But when it's time to kick my boots off
I don't just hit the hay
I start workin' on my real job
Pullin' down them shades
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday too
If I ain't workin' outside this house
I'm inside workin' on you
And it's workin'
Yeah, yeah baby, it's workin'
Yeah there's always something 'round here
Something else to do
But baby, it ain't work at all
If your lovin' what you do
Yeah I'm workin' in this hot sun
Workin' like a man
I'm workin' on this cold one
Right here in my hand
But when it's time to kick my boots off
I don't just hit the hay
I start workin' on my real job
Pullin' down them shades
Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday
Friday, Saturday, Sunday too
If I ain't workin' outside this house
I'm inside workin' on you
And it's workin'
Yeah, yeah baby, it's workin'
I keep the big wheels turnin'
You keep the home fires burnin'
Every kiss I get I'm earnin'
Whatever it is, it's workin'
I keep the big wheels turnin'
You keep the home fires burnin'
Every kiss I get I'm earnin'
Yeah whatever we got, it's workin'
Writer(s): Brett Tyler Mikkelson, Aaron Goodvin, Bart Butler, Driver Williams
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