Falls Whiskey - Working Man

I drive a beat up 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, a little dirt


But it’s okay she likes it that way


Yeah, oh, whoa, I’m a working 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 chewing Red Man


A little sweat on my brow and I’m right at home


And, oh, whoa, I’m a working 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


And oh that’s working 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 leaking


And, oh, whoa, I’m a working 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


And oh that’s working man





And though the days are long I got to carry on


Got a lot of mouths to feed and at the end of the day


It’s worth the price I pay just to hear my baby say


She loves me














		
			



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