Intro: Left, right, left, right, left, right Gotta hit the ground before the moon comes down, Get your beak into the dirt, 'Cause the birds out there still waking up, Are the last to get their worm, And even when the table's full Only the foolish slow down N.C. I been around long enough to know there ain't enough to go 'round Been working to the bone Been burning both ends Trying to make them meet Before we're hungry again So it's left, right, left Down the trail of the dead, And only six feet between me and catching my breath And only six feet between me and getting some rest Left, right, left, right, left, right, all right Gotta grind to the slow times 'Cause thinking about the clock won't make the time fly When you're counting down the minutes adding up the hours given Remember the fact that Friday isn't over just 'cause you think you finished up When you hear that whistle blow, Only the weakest go home like that N.C. Pain don't put food on that plate Been working to the bone Been burning both ends Trying to make them meet Before we're hungry again So it's left, right, left Down the trail of the dead, And only six feet between me and catching my breath Been working to the bone Been burning both ends Trying to make them meet Before we're hungry again So it's left, right, left Down the trail of the dead, And only six feet between me and catching my breath And only six feet between me and getting some rest Ain't nobody coming when you make the call 'Cause every man gunning for the first to fall Fill that bucket 'til the well runs dry It's left, right, left 'til the day you die Ain't nobody coming when you make the call 'Cause every man gunning for the first to fall Fill that bucket 'til the well runs dry It's left, right, left 'til the day you diee Ain't nobody coming when you make the call 'Cause every man gunning for the first to fall Fill that bucket 'til the well runs dry It's left, right, left 'til the day you die Been working to the bone Been burning both ends Trying to make them meet Before we're hungry again So it's left, right, left Down the trail of the dead, N.C. Sometimes those six feet look tempting, I gotta confess. Been working to the bone Been burning both ends Trying to make them meet Before we're hungry again So it's left, right, left Down the trail of the dead, And only six feet between me and catching my breath And only six feet between me and getting some rest