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It's a big job gettin' by with nine kids and a wife |
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You know I've been a workin' man dang near all my life |
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I'll keep on working long as my two hands are fit to use |
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I drink my beer at a tavern and sing a little bit of these working man blues |
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Well, I keep my nose on the grindstone, work hard every day |
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Get tired on the weekend, after |
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I draw my pay |
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But I go back workin', come |
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Monday mornin', |
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I'm right back with the crew |
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I drink a little beer that evening, sing a little bit of these working man blues |
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Sometimes |
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I think about leavin', do a little bummin' around |
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Throw my bills out the window, catch me a train to another town |
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But I go back workin', |
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I got to buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes |
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I drink my beer at a tavern and cry a little bit of these workin' man blues |
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Here comin', workin' man |
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Well, hey, hey, the working man, the working man like me |
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Never been on welfare and that's one place he will not be |
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He'd be workin' just as long as his two hands are fit to use |
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Might drink a little beer at a tavern sing a little bit of them workin' man blues |
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This song for the working man |
