Workin’ Man’s Blues

Lyrics

It's a big job just getting by with nine kids and a wife I been a working man dang near all my life I'll be working long as my two hands are fit to use I'll drink my beer in a tavern Sing a little bit of these working man blues I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day Might get a little tired on the weekend after I draw my pay But I'll go back working, come Monday morning, I'm right back with the crew I'll drink a little beer that evening Sing a little bit of these working man blues Well, hey hey, the working man, the working man like me I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won't be 'Cause I'll be working long as my two hands are fit to use I drink a little beer in a tavern Sing a little bit of these working man blues Sometimes, I think about leaving, do a little bumming around I wanna throw my bills out the window, catch a train to another town But I go back a-working, I gotta buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes Yeah, drink a little beer in a tavern Cry a little bit of these working man blues Well, hey hey, the working man, the working man like me I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won't be But I'll be working long as my two hands are fit to use I'll drink my little beer in a tavern Sing a little bit of these working man blues Yeah, drink my beer in a tavern Cry a little bit of these working man blues