Working Man / Finding My Way (Live)

I get up at seven, yeah
And I go to work at nine
I got no time for livin′
Yes, I'm workin′ all the time
It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that's why they call me
They call me the working man
They call me the working man
I guess that's what I am
I get home at five o′clock
And I take myself out a nice, cold beer
Always seem to be wonderin′
Why there's nothin′ goin' down here
Well, they call me the working man
I guess that′s what I am
Yeah, oh yeah!
Ooh, said i,
Im comin out to get you
Ooh, sit down
Im comin out to find you
Ooh, yeah. ooh yeah
Findin my way!
Ive been gone so long
Ive lost count of the years
Well, I sang some sad songs,
Oh yes, and cried some bad tears
Look out! Im comin
Whoa, whoa
Look out! Im comin
Whoa, yeah
Im runnin,
Finding my way back home
Oh yeah!
Im comin
Ooh, babe, I said Im runnin
Whoa, babe, I said Im comin
To get you, mama
Said Im runnin
Ooh, babe, I said Im comin
I said Im comin
Im findin,
Im findin my way back home
Well, Ive had it for now,
Livin on the road
Findin my way back home!