Guttermouth God, Steve Mcqueen "the Work Song" Lyrics

God, Steve Mcqueen "the Work Song" Lyrics

Well, I swing this hammer from 9 to 5

Been workin' for the man just to stay alive

W-O-R-K is how I spell work



Feel depressed, I miss my family

Maybe if I work long then I'll feel just fine

Haven't smoked in a week

My back is kinda tweaked

Give me work, give me pride, give me loads of overtime



Work, work, work, work, work, work, work



Well, I work all day and drink all night

We fight all morning 'til we get it right

Then, we go to school to be a journeyman



My mother works, my father works

My brother works and now I work

That's all I do is work, work, work, work, work 



Lots of pride I get from work

Dad says real men have to work 

A union man gets lots of pride from work



In the bailing fields or on the farm

I've only got a tan on half of my arm

I work real quick when you hit me with a whip

Give me work, give me pride, give me loads of overtime



Work, work, work, work, work, work, work



Well, I work all day and drink all night

We fight all morning 'til we get it right

Then, we go to school to be a journeyman



My mother works, my father works

My brother works and now I work

I love to work, work, work, work, work, work 



America

A country carried on the back of the working man

A man with fire in his eyes and steel in his belly 

A man who could build anything

Like a chair or a table, or he can fix a car, or he can fix a radiator

Without him you wouldn't be able to drive to work

And then you wouldn't be able to work 

And no one would go to work 'cause



Work, work, work, work, work, work, work



Well, I work all day and drink all night

We fight all morning 'til we get it right

Then, we go to school to be a journeyman



My mother works, my father works

My brother works and now I work

I love to work, work, work, work, work, work