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