Lyrics: Whiskey Falls. Working Man.

(Seven Williams, Walter Brandt, Bill Brandt, Jeremy Stover, Buck Johnson)

I drive a beat up truck with the tires pumped up
I've got my hands around a motor all day
I've got my name on my shirt
A little grease, a little dirt
But it's okay she likes it that way
Yeah oh whoa, I'm a workin' man

I work on pistons and rings
Carburetors and sing a little ?Walk This Way? on the radio
I like my beer in a can, football and chewin' Red Man
A little sweat on my brow and I'm right at home
And oh whoa, I'm a workin' man

Chorus
But you know when we're all alone
These hands of stone turn soft and slow
And though I look rough outside she knows
What's inside of this heart of mine
And oh that's workin' man

Each day I work like a dog
I like to cruise on my hog
I gotta a tattoo that says ?life ain't easy?
And on the weekends at dawn I get up mow the lawn
Fix the dryer and the faucet that's leakin'
And oh whoa, I'm a workin' man

Chorus
But you know when we're all alone
These hands of stone turn soft and slow
And though I look rough outside she knows
What's inside of this heart of mine
And oh that's workin' man

Bridge
And though the days are long
I got to carry on
Got a lot of mouths to feed
And at the end of the day
It's worth the price I pay
Just to hear my baby say
She loves me