| Song | Working Man's Wage |
| Artist | Trace Adkins |
| Album | More... |
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| Written:Wynn Varble/Leslie Satcher | |
| I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay | |
| Looked like a mountain to a boy my age | |
| And I've seen my daddy in that hot southern sun | |
| Move those mountains one by one | |
| And I've seen that same man come home from the mill | |
| Pull forty 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 he 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 | |
| Daddy can't believe they're paying me | |
| It would be so easy to let it go to my head | |
| But 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 he made | |
| For the little he earned there was so much he gave | |
| And I hope I am worthy, 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 |
| Written: Wynn Varble Leslie Satcher | |
| I' ve seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay | |
| Looked like a mountain to a boy my age | |
| And I' ve seen my daddy in that hot southern sun | |
| Move those mountains one by one | |
| And I' ve seen that same man come home from the mill | |
| Pull forty hours for a hundreddollar 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 he 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 | |
| Daddy can' t believe they' re paying me | |
| It would be so easy to let it go to my head | |
| But 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 he made | |
| For the little he earned there was so much he gave | |
| And I hope I am worthy, 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 |
| Written: Wynn Varble Leslie Satcher | |
| I' ve seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay | |
| Looked like a mountain to a boy my age | |
| And I' ve seen my daddy in that hot southern sun | |
| Move those mountains one by one | |
| And I' ve seen that same man come home from the mill | |
| Pull forty hours for a hundreddollar 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 he 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 | |
| Daddy can' t believe they' re paying me | |
| It would be so easy to let it go to my head | |
| But 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 he made | |
| For the little he earned there was so much he gave | |
| And I hope I am worthy, 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 |