"Working Man" as written by Jeremy Stover, Walter Brandt, William Brandt, Buck Johnson and Seven Williams....
I drive a big old 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, little dirt
But it?s okay, she likes it that way
Yeah oh whoa, I'm a workin? 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 chewin? Red Man
A little sweat on my brow and I'm right at home
Yeah oh whoa, I'm a workin? 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
Oh, that's workin? 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 leakin?
Yeah oh whoa, I'm a workin? 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
Oh, that's workin? man

Though the days are long, I gotta carry on
Gotta lot of mouths to feed
At the end of the day it?s worth the price I pay
Just to hear my baby say she loves me

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
Oh, that's workin? man
Yeah, that's workin' man, that's workin' man



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"Working Man" as written by Jeremy Stover Buck Johnson

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