When I get home from work
I'll call up all my friends
And we'll go bust up something beautiful
We'll have to build again
When I get home from work
I'll wrestle off my clothes
And leave them right inside the front door
Nobody's home to know
You see the hammer finds the nail
And the freight train needs the rail
I guess I'm doing what I'm on this earth to do
I don't think of my
I'm here where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the word
Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church
But I thank God for the word
I thank God for the word
When I get my reward
My work will all be done
And I will sit back in my chair
Beside the Father and the Son
With no more holes to fill
And no more rocks to break
And no more loading boxes on the truck
For someone else to fill
And no one else to save
You see the hammer finds the nail
And the poor man's up for sale
I guess I'm doing what I'm on this earth to do
I don't think of why I'm here where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the word
Every night I dream
I'm drowning in the dirt
But I thank God for the word
And the day will come
I'll find a reason
Somebody pray
I'd love a man like me
My back is numb
My hands are freezing
But what I'm working for
Is something more than free
I don't think of why I'm here where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the word
Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church
But I thank God for the word
I've gotten nothing in return
And that's why I keep trying
To do what helps
Just to simple life
Just to live
Just to give
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