Working Man Songtext

All of his life he's been a working man Up every morning in the dark and rain Every Friday night he gets his take home pay And he hands it all over and he don't complain All of his life he's been a working man He never pushed paper but he used his hands And all that he was his father's way So he'll walk in his footsteps to his dying day Put your hands together for the working man Puts food on the table for his wife and weans My daddy spent his life as a working man And he worked for a year for his week in Spain All of his life he's been a working man Up every morning in the dark and rain Every Friday night he gets his take home pay And he hands it all over and he don't complain All of his life he's been a working man He never pushed paper but he used his hands And all that he was his father's way So he'll walk in his footsteps to his dying day Put your hands together for the working man Puts food on the table for his wife and weans My daddy spent his life as a working man And he worked for a year for his week in Spain