Four a.m., Lord, don't it come way too soon? You'd think by now, it'd be something you'd be used to So put on your coffee and turn on the news It's gonna be hot as hell, but at least the skies are blue You're clocking in more hours, but you do what ya gotta do
I know you're tired, I know you're hurting I know you're broke down to the bone But your bills are paid And there's smiling faces waiting on you at home And it ain't always easy, it ain't ever like you planned Oh, but man, ain't it working, working man?
Now you're going home while the sun's going down You're still miles away, but you can already hear the sound Of a little voice saying, "Daddy come out and play" So you steal a couple more minutes from a damn good day You're clocking in, wore out and wouldn't want it any other way
I know you're tired, I know you're hurting I know you're broke down to the bone But your bills are paid And there's smiling faces waiting on you at home And it ain't always easy, it ain't ever like you planned Oh, but man, ain't it working, working man?
It's the sweat and blood and bruises Calloused hands, hard as can be There's bread on the table There's presents under the tree
I know you're tired, I know you're hurting I know you're broke down to the bone But your bills are paid And there's smiling faces waiting on you at home And it ain't always easy, it ain't ever like you planned Oh, but man, ain't it working, working man?
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