Working Man`s Wage Lyrics

Working Man`s Wage lyrics

(Wynn Varble/Leslie Satcher)

I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of
hay
Looked like a mountain to a boy my age
And I've seen my daddy in that
hot southern sun
Move those mountains one by one

And I've seen that
same man come home from the mill
Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar
bill
I've watched him struggle and I've watched him age
Raising a family
on a working man's wage

I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood,
sweat and tears on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was
so much he gave
And I hope I am worthy of a working man's wage

I pick
this guitar six nights a week
Daddy can't believe they're paying me
It
would be so easy to let it go to my head
But there's just one thing that I
can't forget

I grew up on a working man's wage
Blood, sweat and tears
on every dollar he made
For the little he earned there was so much he
gave
And I hope I am worthy, I hope I am worthy
Of a working man's
wage

I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay
Looked like a
mountain to a boy my age