I dedicate this song to the workin' man, for ever' man that puts in

Eight or ten hard hours a day of work and toil and sweat

Always got somebody lookin' down his neck

Tryin' to get more out of I'm than he really ought to have to put in After twenty-nine long years of workin'

In this shop with Oney standin' over me

Today when that old whistle blows

I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire The superintendent just dropped by and said

They'd planned my little get together

Then he said I'd never made it

If old Oney hadn't held me to the fire I've seen him in my dreams at night

And woke up in the mornin' feelin' tired

And old Oney don't remember, when I came here

How he tried to get me fired With his folded hands behind him

Every mornin' Oney waited at the gate

Where he'd rant and rave like I committed murder

Clockin' in five minutes late But today they'll gather 'round me

Like I've seen 'em do when any man retires

Then old Oney's gonna tell me

From now on I'm free to do what I desire He'll present me with that little old gold watch

They give a man at times like this

But there's one thing he's not countin' on

Today's the day I give old Oney his I've been workin', buildin' muscles

Oney's just been standin' 'round a gettin' soft

And today about four-thirty

I'll make up for every good night's sleep I've lost When I'm gone I'll be remembered

As the workin' man that put his point across

With a right hand full of knuckles

'Cause today I show old Oney, who's the boss? Hmm, what time is it?

Four-thirty

Hey, Oney, Oney