Clocked-Out Blues- Blues

Clocked-Out Blues - A song about retirement. ‪@WeazleTunes‬ For fifty years I've been punchin' clocks, 'fore the break of day, Steel-toed boots and coffee cups, that's how I earned my pay. Now the whistle don't call no more, and the factory lights gone dim, And I'm just sittin' on this front porch, tryin' to figure out life again. I've got the clocked-out blues, don't know what the hell to do. Spent my life workin' hard, now I've got nothin' left to prove. The world's still spinnin' fast, I've got to slow my roll somehow. I've got the clocked-out blues, and I'm learnin' to live with 'em now. Monday feels like Saturday and Tuesday feels the same. No more waitin' on the clock, nobody's callin' my name. I walk the dog down the Street, watch the morning sunlight shine. Tryin' to figure out how to be me, one quiet day at a time. I've got the clocked-out blues, don't know what the hell to do. Spent my life workin' hard, now I've got nothin' left to prove. The world's still spinnin' fast, I've got to slow my roll somehow, I've got the clocked-out blues and I'm learnin' to live with 'em now. Well, I miss the boys at break, and the stories we'd all tell, The laughter in the lunchroom, and raisin' a little hell. But my grandkids need some fishin', and my garden needs some rain. Hopin' this next chapter will bring some personal gain. The years left lines upon my face, I dont know how to be me. To watch the sunset paint the sky and listen to the trees. I ain't chasin' bigger paychecks or hopin' for a raise next year, Just learnin' how to take it easy and be thankful I'm still here. I've got the clocked-out blues, but they're not so bad today. Found a little peace of mind along this slower road I take. The whistle's gone forever, but your job still remains. Life ain't over when you retire...you got to keep livin' just the same. Yeah, it ain't over when you retire, you just keep livin' just the same.