Lyrics:
Monday to Friday I'm always away
Getting up early and I'm on my way
Driving to my job for fifty dollars a day
I ain't complaining I'm a working man
I get up on Monday and I work all day
I go till Friday when I get my pay
I'm a long, long way from the promised land
Oh, I'm just a working man
Working Man
Working Man, I'm a Working Man, but my needs are more than a Working Man
When I bin working hard and I've had no rest you comfort me
starter pack
And I ain’t lying bout that
Aye and I ain’t lying (Yeah)
She love a working man
She love a working man
She love a working man
She love
these strong hands are on the unemployment line
And there's nothing left, whats on my mind
Who's gonna work for the working man ?
Work for
I’m a hard-working man doing all that I can
I’m a hard-working man
Doing all that I can, yeah
I worked hard all my life
So I’m blessed today
Long
I love the hands of the working man
Working all day in the sun
Every morning there's a mountain to be moved
By the end of the day it's done
I love
Frankie in his den
Where's your daddy been?
He's been a working man (a working man)
A working man
A working man (a working man)
A working man
Where's your
Shake it, shake it
And we're moving again
Been a long time coming for the working man
So shake it, shake it
And we're moving again
When
to use
I'll drink my beer in a tavern,
Sing a little bit of these working man blues
I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
Might
man can't get nowhere today
Lord, a working man get nowhere today
A working man ain't got no time to play
Today I work my fanny off and leave it lay
a working class man
He believes in god and Elvis
He gets out when he can
He did his time in Vietnam
Still mad at Uncle Sam
He's a simple man
With
Yo
This is supposed to be a statement
Or call it a pledge
That goes out
to all you hard working man out there
And it's entitled
VOICELESS
Get up!
to use
I'll drink my beer in a tavern,
Sing a little bit of these working man blues
I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
Might get
man can't get nowhere today
Lord, a working man get nowhere today
A working man ain't got no time to play
Today I work my fanny off and leave it lay
a working class man
He believes in god and Elvis
He gets out when he can
He did his time in Vietnam
Still mad at Uncle Sam
He's a simple man
With
your delight, brought me back to life to do the work for you,
I'm a dead man working
Ohh
Woah-ohh
La la la, la da da da da
Your necromancy on me really
Time was never ending, time was all I had
Now the word means something, it's entered in my head
Working for the man
I'm working for the man
Working
man can't get nowhere today
Lord, a working man get nowhere today
A working man ain't got no time to play
Today I work my fanny off and leave it lay
man can't get nowhere today
Lord, a working man get nowhere today
A working man ain't got no time to play
Today I work my fanny off and leave it lay
to use
I'll drink my beer in a tavern,
Sing a little bit of these working man blues
I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
Might
Looking for the working man's café
In the shopping center of the town
Looking for somewhere to fit in
In among the retail outlets
Bought a pair
man can't get nowhere today
Lord, a working man get nowhere today
A working man ain't got no time to play
Today I work my fanny off and leave it lay
Hello Mr. Working Man
Hello Mr. Working Man
Hello Mr. Working Man
最近調子はどーなんだい
Hello Mr. Working Man
お次は何してくれんだい
汚れてるoh街を守るため
立ち上がってよ Working Man
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