Momma, I'm Gonna Be a Workhorse - Ashley Chase

Momma, I’m gonna be a workhorse

I’ll toil from dusk till dawn

I’ll burn the midnight oil

Until the day is won

With dusted lungs and dirtied skin

Callused knuckles worn so thin

Higher and harder, the heaviest load

Carried uphill on the steepest of roads

 

Momma, I’m gonna be a racehorse 

With sore and splitting aches 

But Momma, I’ll be the fastest

and I’ll win the jockey’s race

With feet rubbed raw and face windburnt

Grinding joints and bones that hurt

Faster and further, my longest stride

Exchanging breath for puffs of pride

Momma, I’m gonna be a show horse

More perfect than the rest 

I’ll learn to jump through hoops

To earn some roses round my 

neck

With faux personas, phony acts

Burdens piling on my back 

Longer and louder, a standing applause

A peak performance void of all flaws 

 

Momma, I’m gonna be the best horse

Even though I’ll miss my bed 

I’ll make you proud through my success

And I’ll sleep when I’m dead

And when that sweet day finally comes

The day I finally rest 

I’ll no longer have to worry 

Which one of us is best

My whip will be retired 

It will be honored with a plaque 

Left for those to reminisce 

And appreciate my craft 

 

And when that sweet day comes 

Oh the work you’ll see I saved 

Momma, don’t you worry 

Through my life I dug my grave