Workin’ Man - Blues Saraceno & Nineoneone

I woke up this morning kissed my wife good bye I pray to god that I make it home safe tonight It's a dangerous job but I take that risk I trade my blood and sweat just to feed my kids Ive been workin' for the man since a tender age Now a rich politician wants to lower my wage Pour me a drink so I can understand These are the struggles of a workin' man I work outside in the pourin' rain When its cold as ice, when im full of pain It dont matter what i feel inside, long as the job that im workin' gets done on time The boss man says works gettin' slow Pack up your tools boys and head on home I pour another drink and try to understand These are the struggles of a workin' man (Spoken) See i work construction, i build things You understand how important that is to the world I dont know if ya'll realize the pressure that puts on a man like me I love my wife and I raise my son Best I can, better than some I just found out there other day I got another little one thats on the way I took a new job down at the factory Ya, dont pay much but atleast we can eat I roll up a smoke and i make a new plan These are the struggles of a workin' man Went down to the river just the other day Got down on my knees and began to pray I said lord please wont you understand The struggles of this workin' man These are the struggles of a workin' man

I'm a hard working man I wear a steel hard hat Yeah, I can ride, rope, hammer, and paint Do things with my hands that most men can't I can't get ahead no matter how hard I try I'm getting really good at barely getting by Got everything I own By the sweat of my brow From my four-wheel drive to my cowboy boots I owe it all to my blue collar roots Feel like I'm working overtime on a runaway train I've got to bust loose from this ball and chain I'm a hard, hard working man I got it all on the line For a peace of the promised land And I'm burning my candle at both ends 'Bout the only way to keep the fire going Is to outrun the wind Come Friday night (Come Friday night) I like to party hard Yeah, and I carry on with the Cadillac cuties Spend my whole week's pay on some weekend beauty And come Monday morning I'm the first to arrive Ain't nothing but business y'all from nine to five I'm a hard, hard working man I got it all on the line For a peace of the promised land And I'm burning my candle at both ends 'Bout the only way to keep the fire going Is to outrun the wind I can't wait to get up in the morning And do it all over again Well, I'm a hard living, hard working man

Working man begs for his own sweet time Busting them knuckles for a dollar and a dime Spending his life on the factory line Working man Morning coffee in his steel toe boots Drink it up, lace 'em up, light that fuse Ain't stacking nothing but some IOU's Working man Can't be late, can't catch a break BC Powder 'cause everything aches Cold six-pack, end of the day Working man Singin' whoa, whatcha gonna do? Woman needs loving and the kids needs shoes Ain't nothin' left when he pays them dues Working man Whoa, where ya gonna turn? Daddy said, "Son, better listen, better learn" Ain't nobody shelling out no concern for the workin' man Yeah, I've seen it firsthand buddy, just like you That's why I'm out here singing these blue collar blues For the working man Yeah, the working man remembers what he learned in the bible Devil's gonna play when your hands go idle Always looking for a shot at the title of the workin' man Yeah, all that stuff when it hits the fan Rolls downhill and lands on the working man Whoa, whatcha gonna do? Woman needs loving and the kids needs shoes Ain't nothin' left when he pays them dues Working man (working man) Singin' whoa, where ya gonna turn? Daddy said, "Son, better listen, better learn" Ain't nobody shelling out no concern for the working man Yeah, I've seen it firsthand buddy, just like you That's why I'm out here singing these blue collar blues For the working man, yeah Whoa, where you gonna run? Born here, die here, get the job done It's a life passed down like an old shotgun Working man Singing whoa, whatcha gonna do? Woman needs loving and the kids needs shoes Ain't nothin' left when he pays them dues Working man (working man) Singin' whoa, where ya gonna turn? Daddy said, "Son, better listen, better learn" Ain't nobody shelling out no concern for the working man Whoa, where ya gonna turn? Whoa, better listen, better learn Whoa, ain't no concern for the working man

You may run for a long time Run on for a long time, run on for a long time Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down My God spoke and He spoke so sweet I thought, I heard the shuffle of angels feet He put a hand upon my head Great God almighty, let me tell you what He said Go tell that long tongue liar, and tell that midnight rider Tell the gambler, the rambler, the back-biter Tell 'em that God is gonna cut them down Tell 'em that God is gonna strike them down You may run for a long time Run on for a long time, run on for a long time Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down You may throw your rock and hide your hand Workin' in the dark against your fellow man But as sure as God made the day and night What you do in the dark will be brought to the light You may run and hide, slip and slide Tryin' to make time with your neighbour's wife Brother, let me tell you, just as sure as you're born: You better leave that woman alone You may run for a long time Run on for a long time, run on for a long time Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down One of these days, you can mark my word You think her man is away at work You'll sneak up and knock on that door That's all son, you will knock no more You may run for a long time Run on for a long time, run on for a long time Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down You may run for a long time Run on for a long time, run on for a long time Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down