Rob Alley - We're the Workin' Man Lyrics

Up every morning 'fore the crack of dawn
We flip the switch, turn the sunshine on
Breakin' our backs every single day
Make your neck turn red, make your hair turn gray
Farmer's tans, calloused hands
For a little pay
We ain't rich but that's okay
We got

Three meals at the kitchen table
Two days when the week is through
One just to praise the Lord that there's work to do
We make time to raise a family
Kick back every now and then
Take a big deep breath and we do it all again
Yeah, we live to do the best we can
We're the workin' man

We drive the spikes and we till the ground
We grease the wheels that turn the world around
Don't have much to leave behind
But we live with respect and we die with pride
We got something this world needs
A little more of
We don't back down and we don't give up
All we need is

Three meals at the kitchen table
Two days when the week is through
One just to praise the Lord that there's work to do
We make time to raise a family
Kick back every now and then
Take a big deep breath and we do it all again
Yeah, we live to do the best we can
We're the workin' man

Roof overhead, kids are fed, bills are paid
Tell the truth, we got it made
'Cause we got

Three meals at the kitchen table
Two days when the week is through
One just to praise the Lord that there's work to do
We make time to raise a family
Kick back every now and then
Take a big deep breath and do it all again
Yeah, we live to do the best we can
Yeah, we live to do the best we can
We're the workin' man
We're the workin' man