Workin out here on the railroad line

Breaking my back for nickles and dimes

Sweatin' in the hot sun all of the time

Well I wake up and pray that the sun don't shine



Tomorrow morning I swear to my soul

I'm gonna go cut me a hickory pole

And sit right back by the fishin' hole all day



Tomorrow

Tomorrow

Tomorrow's gonna be another day

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

Tomorrow's gonna be another day



[fiddle bridge]



So go tell that man that I won't be back

To lay no more of that railroad track

I got little green weeds growing round my shack

I keep my money in a gunny sack



Well I'm never gonna be a millionaire

Just pass me over cause I don't care

I'll sit right back in my easy chair all day



Tomorrow

Tomorrow

Tomorrow's gonna be another day

Tomorrow

Tomorrow

Tomorrow's gonna be another day