Working Man Lyrics

Working Man lyrics

I drive a beat up truck with the tires pumped up

I’ve got my hands around a motor all day

I’ve got my name on my shirt

A little grease, a little dirt

But it’s okay she likes it that way

Yeah, oh, whoa, I’m a working man



I work on pistons and rings, carburetors and sing a little 

Walk This Way, on the radio

I like my beer in a can, football and chewing Red Man

A little sweat on my brow and I’m right at home

And, oh, whoa, I’m a working man



But you know when we’re all alone

These hands of stone turn soft and slow

And though I look rough outside she knows

What’s inside of this heart of mine

And oh that’s working man



Each day I work like a dog, I like to cruise on my hog

I gotta a tattoo that says, life ain’t easy

And on the weekends at dawn I get up mow the lawn

Fix the dryer and the faucet that’s leaking

And, oh, whoa, I’m a working man



But you know when we’re all alone

These hands of stone turn soft and slow

And though I look rough outside she knows

What’s inside of this heart of mine

And oh that’s working man



And though the days are long I got to carry on

Got a lot of mouths to feed and at the end of the day

It’s worth the price I pay just to hear my baby say

She loves me