Working Man Blues

It's a big job gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a workin' man dang near all my life
And I'll keep workin'
As 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

Well I keep my nose on the grindstone
I work hard every day
I might get a little tired on the weekend
After I draw my pay, I gotta go back workin'
Come Monday morning, I'm right back with the crew
I drink a little beer that evening
I sing a little bit of these working man blues

Sometimes I think about leaving, do a little bummin' around
I wanna throw my bills out the window, catch a train to another town
I go back working, I gotta buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes
I'll drink a little beer in a tavern
I'll cry a little bit of these working man blues
That's right, here comes that workin' man

Well, hey, hey, the working man
Like me I ain't
Never been on welfare, and that's one place I won't be
'Cause I keep on workin', as long as my two hands are fit to use
Well I drink my beer in a tavern
I'll sing a little bit of these working man blues

This song's for the workin' man
I keep on working, as long as my two hands are fit to use
Well I drink my beer at a tavern
I sing a little bit of these working man blues



Credits
Writer(s): Merle Haggard
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