It's a big job gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
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You know I've been a workin' man dang near all my life
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I'll keep on working long as my two hands are fit to use
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I drink my beer at a tavern and sing a little bit of these working man blues
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Well, I keep my nose on the grindstone, work hard every day
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Get tired on the weekend, after I draw my pay
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But I go back workin', come Monday mornin', I'm right back with the crew
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I drink a little beer that evening, sing a little bit of these working man blues
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Sometimes I think about leavin', do a little bummin' around
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Throw my bills out the window, catch me a train to another town
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But I go back workin', I got to buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes
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I drink my beer at a tavern and cry a little bit of these workin' man blues
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Here comin', workin' man
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Well, hey, hey, the working man, the working man like me
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Never been on welfare and that's one place he will not be
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He'd be workin' just as long as his two hands are fit to use
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Might drink a little beer at a tavern sing a little bit of them workin' man blues
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This song for the working man
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Working Man Blues
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| Merle Haggard |
