Workin' Man Blues (Remastered) Songtext
von The Strangers
Workin' Man Blues (Remastered) Songtext
It′s a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I′ve been a workin' man, dang near all my life
And I'll keep on 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, work hard every day
I might get a little tired on the weekend after I draw my pay
But I′ll go back workin, 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
I wanna throw my bills out the window, catch a train to another town
I′ll go back working, I gotta buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes
I drink a little beer in a tavern
Cry a little bit of these working man blues
Here comes that working man
Well hey, hey, the working man, working man like me
I ain't never been on welfare, that′s one place I won't be
I′ll be working long as my two hands are fit to use
I'll drink a little beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these working man blues
This song is for the workin' man
But I′ve been a workin' man, dang near all my life
And I'll keep on 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, work hard every day
I might get a little tired on the weekend after I draw my pay
But I′ll go back workin, 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
I wanna throw my bills out the window, catch a train to another town
I′ll go back working, I gotta buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes
I drink a little beer in a tavern
Cry a little bit of these working man blues
Here comes that working man
Well hey, hey, the working man, working man like me
I ain't never been on welfare, that′s one place I won't be
I′ll be working long as my two hands are fit to use
I'll drink a little beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these working man blues
This song is for the workin' man
Writer(s): Merle Haggard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com