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Hard Working Music, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Hard Working Man: Charly Blues Masterworks, Vol. 3 (Jimmy Rogers) · Hard Working Man (Jimmy Witherspoon) · Woman to Woman (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Woman to Woman [Universal] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Woman (Sensuous Woman) (Don Gibson) · Woman to Woman [LP] (Shirley Brown) · Woman to Woman, Vol. 1 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Woman to Woman, Vol. 2 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Woman to Woman (Tammy Wynette) – and 90 other albums »


woman, I'll let my offer stand
Sex farm woman, don't you hear my tractor rumbling by?
Whoa!

Working on a sex farm
Trying to raise some hard love
be your hired hand
Sex farm woman
I'll let my offer stand
Sex farm woman
Don't you feel my tractor rumbling by
By, by, by.

Working on a sex
Woman tell me, where did you learn
To make a man feel like a king
When all the time he knows
That he hasn't got a thing, yeah

Stand by my side baby
to find

Woman tell me, where did you learn
To make a man feel like a king
When all the time he knows
That he hasn't got a thing, yeah
Stand by my
the tears inside 
And the tears begin to fall, and another day's gone by 
As you dry the tears from your eyes, just another reason why a woman cries 

You ask
great big shoes? (tell me)

BB 'n Albert, and Freddie their the King
They ruled the world by bending those guitar strings
Johnnie 'n Lightnin,
He struggled so hard to be king
Working night and day
Dreaming of only one thing
Never a holiday
Somewhere along the way
He forgot she was only
well chosen words
'Cause you're still the woman of a working man
You've got the heart of a working girl
to find

Woman tell me, where did you learn
To make a man feel like a king
When all the time he knows
That he hasn't got a thing, yeah

Stand by my
he touched his wedding ring
He kept thinking of Chuck Berry,
Howlin' Wolf and B.B. King
Then the band it took a break
and it was possible to talk
What about your man out working hard
And trying to change his ways
Do you think about him while you're playing around
Well what have you got to say?
of you
On the sea where you have to be a month at a time
Working hard in the day

Your hands cracking from the cold and the salt
In the night when you
There's tomorrow is a new working day

Some guys fear Capital Gains Tax
Some people more then get by
Watching through gates from their seaside estates
like B.B. king on guitar
I'm the true fist of the north star!

Ooh! What a tangled web we weave
When first we practice to deceive
Guns be clickin' runnin
H-world, keep dreaming
Keep working, working, don't stop
Keep working, working, don't stop!

I'm telling you woman
Why you calling me all day if
yearnings
Hard to feel pretty
When your clothes don't even button
Not for nothing
It's hard to be a woman

And can you deal with what comes
When it's
does heroin, the hero wears his hair just like The King
He says, "It ain't my job to sweet talk you, my job's just to sing"

I was loved once by a woman
Words and music by Woody Guthrie

While we're on the subject of hard work, I just wanted
To say that I always was a man to work.

I was born working
out and alone
But I back it on up, turn it around, take it on home

I take it on home to a woman who sticks by me
'Cause I believe she'd do the same if
with a loud lament bore him bleeding to his tent
Groaning from his tortured side, "Pain is hard to bear", he cried
"Oh, but with patience day by day,
killed John Henry, 
I'm gonna leave that allowing up to you,
Well, was he killed by hard work or was he killed by bad women
Be sure that this ain't
to love

A Queen for a King
To give the touch of a young
Young woman to sing
Love to the people
But when she's not there
How soon the heart hardens
The gangster came to see by boy
When I was working nights to pay one more bill
He promised the kid a sweeter life
Said, "Gotta understand it's dog
While we are on the subject of hard work
I just wanted to say you that, "I always was a man who likes hard work"
I was born working and I worked my
the American working population
Hate the nine-to-five day-in day-out
When we'd rather be supporting ourselves
By being paid to perfect the pasttimes 
That we