Working Man’s Wage Songtext
von The Del McCoury Band

I′ve seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my ageㅤ
And I've seen papa in that hot summer sun
Move those mountains, one by one

And I′ve seen that same man come home from the mill
Pull 40 hours for a hundred dollar bill
I've watched him struggle and I've watched him age
Raising a family on a working man′s wage


I grew up on a working man′s wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar we made
For the little he earned, there was so much he gave
And I hope I am worthy of a working man's wage

I pick this guitar six nights a week
Papa can′t believe they're payin′ me

It'd be so easy to let it go to my head
There′s just one thing that I can't forget

I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar we made
For the little he earned, there was so much he gave
And I hope I am worthy of a working man′s wage

I′ve seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age