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Introduction
Sometimes, a song comes along that speaks directly to the weariness in our souls, and “Tired” by Toby Keith is one of those tracks. It’s more than just a melody or a set of lyrics—it’s a reflection of that bone-deep exhaustion we all feel at some point in our lives. Whether it’s the grind of daily life, the emotional toll of relationships, or the sheer weight of trying to meet everyone’s expectations, “Tired” captures that universal experience in a way that’s both raw and relatable.
Toby Keith, with his signature blend of country grit and heartfelt storytelling, taps into the kind of fatigue that goes beyond just needing a good night’s sleep. It’s the tiredness that sits in your heart, that feeling of being stretched too thin, of giving too much of yourself without enough in return. And yet, within the song’s melancholy, there’s a sense of solidarity—like a friend who sits with you in the silence, acknowledging your struggles without the need for words.
What makes “Tired” stand out is how it connects on such a personal level. It’s as if Toby Keith is singing directly to you, voicing the frustrations you didn’t even know you needed to express. There’s something incredibly cathartic about hearing someone else put into words what you’ve been feeling. It’s a reminder that you’re not alone in your weariness, and that sometimes, just admitting you’re tired is the first step towards finding your strength again.
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Lyrics
My name is Jackson, I was named after my father
Followed in his footsteps, down here to this factory
I ain’t complainin’, wouldn’t waste my breath to bother
This work ain’t hard, it’s only borin’ as can be
Married Rebecca back in seventy-seven
I still love her and I guess she loves me too
We go to church on Sundays ’cause we want to go to heaven
Me and my family, ain’t that how you’re supposed to do
But I’m tired, Lord I’m tired
Life is wearin’ me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the weary, ya just move on
Tired, Lord I’m tired
I’ve only missed six days in nigh on twenty years o’ work
The money went to taxes and these bills I’ve paid on time
The raise I got two months ago don’t meet the cost o’ living
Selling my body for these nickels and these dimes
The smell of Becky’s coffee rolled me out of bed this morning
I showered and shaved and dressed and pulled my work boots on
Walked in the kitchen, she was starin’ out the window
The way she said good morning made me ask is something wrong
She said I’m tired, woke up tired
Life is wearin’ me smooth down to the bone
No rest for the weary, ya just move on
I guess you just keep goin’ till your gone
Tired, Lord I’m tired
Tired, Lord I’m tired