Working Man
Monday to Friday I'm always away
Getting up early and I'm on my way
Driving to my job for fifty dollars a day
I ain't complaining I'm a working man
When you're a working man
You're always on the run
When schedules are behind
You're catching all the time
When you're a working man
Under the heat of a gun
You ain't got life
Got nothing much of a chance
Yes, I'm a working man
I'm a working man
I leave a lot behind, sometimes pretend I'm blind
Yes, I'm a working man
I'm a working man
A working man is hardly home, he barely eats at all
O yeah, the working man
A good working man is a hell of a man
Night time on Friday I go for a beer
Going home late when ready to sleep
Missus always ask me where the hell have I been
"Hey! wait a minute, I'm a working man!"
When you're a working man
Under the heat of the sun
You've got no chance
They call you 'son of a gun'
Yes, I'm a working man
I'm a working man
I leave a lot behind, sometimes pretend I'm blind
Yes, I'm a working man
I'm a working man
A working man is hardly home, he barely eats at all
O yeah, the working man
A good working man is a hell of a man
Saturday and Sunday, at home on these days
Keeping missus happy, eating honey all day
Church on Sunday, doing laundry, watching TV, oh yeah
There ain't no stopping I'm a working man!
Yes, I'm a working man
I'm a working man
I do a lot, you know, sometimes pretend I'm done
When you're a working man
Always a working man
A working man is sometimes home, he gets to do it all
O yeah, the working man
A good working man quite a hell of a man, yeah
Getting up early and I'm on my way
Driving to my job for fifty dollars a day
I ain't complaining I'm a working man
When you're a working man
You're always on the run
When schedules are behind
You're catching all the time
When you're a working man
Under the heat of a gun
You ain't got life
Got nothing much of a chance
Yes, I'm a working man
I'm a working man
I leave a lot behind, sometimes pretend I'm blind
Yes, I'm a working man
I'm a working man
A working man is hardly home, he barely eats at all
O yeah, the working man
A good working man is a hell of a man
Night time on Friday I go for a beer
Going home late when ready to sleep
Missus always ask me where the hell have I been
"Hey! wait a minute, I'm a working man!"
When you're a working man
Under the heat of the sun
You've got no chance
They call you 'son of a gun'
Yes, I'm a working man
I'm a working man
I leave a lot behind, sometimes pretend I'm blind
Yes, I'm a working man
I'm a working man
A working man is hardly home, he barely eats at all
O yeah, the working man
A good working man is a hell of a man
Saturday and Sunday, at home on these days
Keeping missus happy, eating honey all day
Church on Sunday, doing laundry, watching TV, oh yeah
There ain't no stopping I'm a working man!
Yes, I'm a working man
I'm a working man
I do a lot, you know, sometimes pretend I'm done
When you're a working man
Always a working man
A working man is sometimes home, he gets to do it all
O yeah, the working man
A good working man quite a hell of a man, yeah
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Writer(s): Fr. J. Lungay
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