From the recording Third Flagon
Lyrics
Working the daily grind
Truth it's a fact of life
Working the daily grind
So everything will be alight
Alarm blares I'm out of bed, cobwebs still up in my head
String the boots to walk the mile, making dough just not a pile
Turn a corner wind in my face, not a cloud not a trace
Stick to the well-worn path, can't vary it to get that scratch
Working the daily grind
Truth it's a fact of life
Working the daily grind
So everything will be alight
Highway a rollin home, number 15 all alone
Rhythm in every mile, melodies plucked out of the pile
Winding down slide in the gate, might be home a little late
Grab my girl I know she's down for a night out on the town