Working Man

4:00 a.m, Lord, don't it come way too soon?
You'd think by now, it'd be something you'd be used to
So put on your coffee and turn on the news
It's gonna be hot as hell, but at least the skies are blue
You're clocking in more hours, but you do what ya gotta do

I know you're tired, I know you're hurting
I know you're broke down to the bone
But your bills are paid
And there's smiling faces waiting on you at home
And it ain't always easy, it ain't ever like you planned
Oh, but man, ain't it working, working man?

Now you're going home while the sun's going down
You're still miles away, but you can already hear the sound
Of a little voice, saying, "Daddy come out and play"
So you steal a couple more minutes from a damn good day
You're clocking in, wore out, wouldn't want it any other way

I know you're tired, I know you're hurting
I know you're broke down to the bone
But your bills are paid
And there's smiling faces waiting on you at home
And it ain't always easy, it ain't ever like you planned
Oh, but man, ain't it working, working man?

It's the sweat and blood and bruises
Calloused hands, hard as can be
There's bread on the table
There's presents under the tree

I know you're tired, I know you're hurting
I know you're broke down to the bone
But your bills are paid
And there's smiling faces waiting on you at home
And it ain't always easy, it ain't ever like you planned
Oh, but man, ain't it working, working man?

It ain't always easy, it ain't ever like you planned
Oh, but man, ain't it working, working man?