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?