It's a big job getting by with nine kids and a wife.
Yeah,
but I've been a working man,
dang near all my life,
and keep on working
as long as my two hands are fit to use.
I drink my beer at a tavern and sing a little bit
of these working man blues.
But I keep my nose on the grindstone,
work hard every day,
get tired on the weekend, after I draw my pay,
but I go back working.
Come Monday morning,
I'm right back with the crew.
I drank a little beer that evening,
sang a little bit of these working man blues.
Sometimes I think about leaving,
do a little bumming around,
throw my bills out the window,
catch a new train to another town,
but I go back working.
I got to buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes.
I drink my beer at a tavern and cry a
little bit of these working man blues.
Here come working man.
Well,
hey,
hey,
the working man,
the working man like me,
never been on welfare,
and that's one place he will not be.
He'll be working just as long as his two hands are fit to use.
Might drink a little beer at a tavern
and sing a little bit of them working man blues.
This song for the working man.