Workin' Man Blues Songtext
von Albert Cummings

Well, it′s a hard job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
Well, I′ve been a workin' man dang near all my life
But I keep on working
Long as my two hands are fit to use
Well, I drink my beer in the tavern
And I sing a little bit of these workin' man blues


Well, I keep my nose to the grindstone, work out every day
I go out on the weekends, after I draw my pay
But I keep on workin′
Gonna buy my kid a brand new pair of shoes
I might drink a little beer at evening
And I′ll sing a little bit of these workin' man blues

Sometimes I feel like leaving, let′s do a little bummin' around
I′ll throw my bills out the window
And catch me a train to another town
And keep on working
Monday morning I'm right back with the crew
Well, I drink my beer at evening
And I sing a little bit of these workin′ man blues


Hey hey, working man, working man like me
I ain't never been on welfare, that's one place I won′t be
′Cause I keep on working, long these two hands are fit to use
Well I drink a beer at the tavern
And I sing a little bit of these workin' man blues