Working Man: Lyrics

I get up at seven, yeah
And I go to work at nine
I got no time for livin’
Yes, I’m workin’ all the time

It seems to me
I could live my life
A lot better than I think I am
I guess that’s why they call me
They call me the working man

They call me the working man
I guess that’s what I am

I get home at five o’clock
And I take myself out a nice, cold beer
Always seem to be wonderin’
Why there’s nothin’ goin’ down here

Well, they call me the working man
I guess that’s what I am

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~ by rvkeeper on January 13, 2011.

 
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