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Toby Keith – Tired

About the Song

Toby Keith, an American country music legend, has crafted a discography filled with anthems about love, loss, and the American way of life. Among his many hits, “Tired” stands out as a poignant ballad that captures the weariness and longing that come with enduring life’s challenges.

Released in 2002, “Tired” was the second single off Keith’s album “Unleashed”. The song quickly resonated with listeners, reaching number one on the Billboard Country Airplay chart and number two on the Billboard Hot Country Songs chart. It also earned Keith a Grammy Award nomination for Best Male Country Vocal Performance.

“Tired” is a slow-burning ballad that begins with a gentle acoustic guitar strumming. Keith’s weathered voice enters, carrying the weight of the song’s lyrics. He sings of a man who is worn down by the struggles of life, longing for a place of rest and peace.

The chorus is particularly powerful, with Keith repeating the word “tired” with increasing emphasis. He sings, “I’m tired of the fight, I’m tired of the chase, I’m tired of the heartache, I’m tired of the pain.”* These lyrics capture the universal sentiment of feeling overwhelmed by life’s burdens.

The song’s bridge offers a glimmer of hope, as Keith sings of a “better place” where he can finally find solace. The lyrics are simple but profound, speaking to the human desire for peace and contentment.

“Tired” is a moving ballad that has touched the hearts of millions of listeners. Keith’s sincere vocals and heartfelt lyrics make the song a powerful anthem for those who are feeling weary and lost. It is a reminder that we are not alone in our struggles, and that there is always hope for a brighter future.

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Lyrics: Tired

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 beMarried 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 doBut 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 tiredI’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 dimesThe 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

 

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