Lyrics: Dusty Drake. I Am The Working Man.

That's what I'm talkin' about.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

I cut my teeth on an old lawn-mower,
Cleanin' out gutters, doin' other people's chores.
After school. weekends an' holidays.
Yeah, ever since then, all I've known,
Is my nose on fire from the grindstone,
A lifetime built on an hourly wage.
Muscled arms an' calloused hands:
I am the workin' man.

The sun comes up, the sun goes down,
Gotta keep this world turnin' 'round.
Blazin' hot, freezin' cold:
No matter what, it still goes on.
Pushin', pullin', pourin', mixin',
Somebody's gotta fix it:
I am the workin' man,
Yes, I am.

Now I've laid asphalt an' I've laid brick:
I've hung sheet, rock and shovelled sh**,
Eat my lunch down at the Kwickie-Mart.
Oh, I fill the potholes on easy-street,
So show some respect when you look at me.
I'm just out here tryin' to do my part.
An' I sleep good when the day comes to an end,
'Cause I am the workin' man.

The sun comes up, the sun goes down,
Gotta keep this world turnin' 'round.
Blazin' hot, freezin' cold:
No matter what, it still goes on.
Pushin', pullin', pourin', mixin',
Somebody's gotta fix it:
I am the workin' man.

I can swing a hammer, turn a wrench,
Build a tower, dig a ditch,
Drive a truck that shakes the earth,
Somebody's gotta do the dirty work.

The sun comes up, the sun goes down,
Gotta keep this world turnin' 'round.
Blazin' hot, freezin' cold:
No matter what, it still goes on.
Pushin', pullin', pourin', mixin',
Somebody's gotta fix it:
I am...
I am the workin' man.

Yes I am,
Oh. the workin' man.