Lyrics:
Workin out here on the railroad line
Breaking my back for nickles and dimes
Sweatin' in the hot sun all of the time
Well I wake up and pray that
and the blood starts pumping
Out on the streets the traffic starts jumping
With folks like me on the job from 9 to 5
[Chorus]
Workin 9 to 5,what a way
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a working man dang near all of my life
I'll keep on workin' long as my two
Night is fallin' on this honky tonk city
Country music spillin' out on the street
Sure can sound good to a hard workin' man
At the end of a hard
Weekends and midnights without overtime
The man got the whistle and the wage line
Another clock wound back on time
Yeah workin, workin down
Yeah
Down in the place where I call home
I've been workin' my fingers to the bone
Pickin' white gold, pickin' white gold
All day long in Louisiana sun
from up above
When you're sittin' on top of the world, man we got everything
we live out here in the country
Where the workin' class do
We've got
the third lane
Gramps still prayin' workin on my nerves man...
Like, "Son you gotta get your soul clean...
Before they blow them horns like Coltrane..."
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a workin' man dang near all of my life
And I'll keep on workin' long as my two
Angelina, when I look in your eyes
I believe I could change the world
With you by my side
My Angelina, give me courage to try
I believe in the man I see
With the kerosene
So quick to turn it up a notch
Low profiles, spinning, burnin up the lot
Always got that new thing turning up ya block
Always drive-by
"Second floor, hardware, children's wear, ladies lingerie
Oh, good morning Mr. Tyler, going down?"
Yeah
Workin' like a dog for the boss man
[Chorus]
If Jesus walked the world today, He'd probably be a hillbilly
Common man of men and the King of many
He'd lay his hands on his brother
But when the landlord says it's over
And the harvest has turned cold
There ain't enough to pay the man
After the crops have been sold
[Chorus]
Well, I was born on a Sunday
On Thursday I had me a job
I was born on a Sunday
By Thursday I was workin' out on the job
I ain't never had no day
You can tell a lot about a man
By the woman he loves
'Cause nothing else shows a part of his soul
Like she does
And she'd be the one to swear
Well, I was born on a Sunday
On Thursday I had me a job
I was born on a Sunday
By Thursday I was workin' out on the job
I ain't never had no day
on the sidewalk
By a cafe where I hope to be workin' soon
Please come to Boston
I said no, boy would you come home to me
[Chorus]
(And) I said, ramblin' boy
money like this, I ain’t never clocking out
Man we workin’
We workin’ we workin’ man we workin’
We workin’ we workin’ yeah we workin’
We workin’ we
마 꽉 버텨라 이엘
못배워쳐먹은새끼
나 가진거라곤 객기
절대 든적 없잖아 백기
나는 내가 가진걸 뺏길
바에 걍 니네껄 뺏을래
불가능은 없어 나폴레옹, man
i am the chosen
one by me like neo
i said im workin' on
it
heart to an old beat-up guitar
It never left my arms till I was almost grown
I had to try my hand as a workin' man tried to be my daddy's son
But my
eighteen years on the assembly line
Just gettin' by with a little bit of overtime
And that could be the end of this story of mine but it's just
it is
And it led me here to this
Giving life a melody makes it all alright
Sitting by the piano I realised one night
I wanna sing that workin' man's
"Second floor, hardware, children's wear, ladies lingerie
Oh, good morning Mr. Tyler, going down?"
Yeah
Workin' like a dog for the boss man
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