WORE OUT :)

You come home at night, you sit down for a bite, 

and you're Wore Out.

You're hardly able to get up from your table, 

you're Wore Out.

You crawl into bed, and sleep like you're dead, 

because you're Wore Out.

In the morning you wake up, but you can't hardly get up,  

you're Wore Out.

Oh! But when we get to heaven with Jesus our King, 

Ten million years and still fresh as the Spring, 

We'll be Happy and Free, 

Nobody there will be, Wore Out.

Well, when you get up on Sunday, 

O you dread to see Monday, you're Wore Out.

You come sit in the church, 

Till your back starts to hurt, because it's Wore Out.

When the folks start to sing, 

You can't feel a thing, because you're Wore Out.

You hope the sermon and song won't be too long, 

You're plumb Wore Out.

About then, you're ready for a biscuit, 

But your wife don't want to fix it: She's Wore Out.

So it won't take that long, 

and instead of going home, you go out;

Then the waitress makes you nervous with slow, sorry service: 

She's Wore Out.

And you are glad it ain't far from your table to the car, 

You're plumb Wore Out.

Then you take your wife in the car for a drive, 

and it's Wore Out.

She starts to worry, when you get in a hurry, 

the thing's Wore Out.

When you don't know where you're at, and the old tire goes flat, 

because it's Wore Out.

And from the sound of the motor, you'll soon have to tote her, 

it's Wore Out.

O but thank God, 

When we get to heaven with Jesus our King, 

We won't have to worry about all these things, 

We'll be happy and free, nobody there will be, Wore Out.

Amen! Thank God, we'll be Free and nobody will be, Wore Out.