Lyrics
Smell
the
coffee
brewin'
slow
Smell
the
smoke
from
the
wood
stove
Smell
the
sawdust
and
gasoline
As
your
warm
breath
turns
to
steam
A
flannel
shirt
and
a
pair
of
jeans
Old
work
boots
seen
better
days
That
John
Deere
cap
sure
is
old
But
it's
got
class
and
it's
got
soul
The
unsung
hero,
the
working
man
Hold
your
head
up
high
where
you
stand
The
unsung
hero,
the
working
man
Hold
your
head
up
high
where
you
stand
Working
man
Sweat
it
comes
in
the
summertime
With
raspberries
plump
along
the
vine
And
when
the
snow
is
ten
feet
high
Just
makes
it
harder
to
get
by
The
unsung
hero,
the
working
man
Hold
your
head
up
high
where
you
stand
The
unsung
hero,
the
working
man
Hold
your
head
up
high
where
you
stand
Working
man
When
you
look
in
the
mirror
When
you
get
up
to
shave
Do
you
read
the
lines
that
honest
work
has
Written
on
your
face?
On
your
face
On
your
face
On
your
face
You
made
your
life
with
your
hands
You
made
your
life
workin'
the
land
You
may
not
think
I
understand
But
I
believe
in
the
working
man
The
unsung
hero,
the
working
man
Hold
your
head
up
high
where
you
stand
The
unsung
hero,
the
working
man
Hold
your
head
up
high
where
you
stand
Hold
your
head
up
high
where
you
stand
Hold
your
head
up
high
where
you
stand
Working
man
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