It's a big job getting by with nine kids and a wife
Yeah, but I've been a working man, danged her all my life
And keep on working as long as my two hands are fit to use
I drink my beer at a tavern and sing a little bit of these working man blues
I keep my nose on the grindstone, work hard every day
Get tired on the weekend after I throw my pay
But I go back working come Monday morning
I'm right back with the crew
I drank a little beer that evening
And sang a little bit of these working man blues
Sometimes I think about leaving
Yeah, a little bummed around
Throw my bills out the window
Catch me a train to another town
But I go back working
I got to buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes
I drank my beer at a tavern and cry a little bit of these working man blues
Here coming, working man
I drink my beer at a tavern and sing a little bit of these working man blues
Well, hey, hey, the working man blues


The working man like me
Never been on welfare
And that's one place he will not be
He'd be working
Just as long as his two hands are fit to use
Might drink a little beer at a tavern
Sing a little bit of them working man blues
This song for the working man
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