It's a big job, just getting by, getting by.
Every day I've been a working man,
danger all my life,
I drink
a little bit of tavern,
sing a little bit of them working man blues.
I'll keep my nose on the grindstone,
work hard every day,
I might get a little tired on the weekend,
after I draw my pay, but I'll go back working.
Come
Monday morning I'm right back with the crew,
Lord,
Lord.
I drink a little bit of tavern,
sing a little bit of them working man blues.
Sometimes I take my leave and do a little bumming around,
throw my bills out the window,
get me a train or another town,
but I go back working.
I gotta
find my kids a brand new pair of shoes,
Lord,
Lord.
I drink a little beer that evening,
sing a little bit of them working man blues.
Here come a working man.
Hey, the working man, the working man like me,
he never been on welfare,
that's one place he won't be,
cause he'll be working,
as long as his two hands are good to use.
I drink a little bit of tavern,
sing a little bit of them working man blues.
This song goes out especially for
all the working men here in Oakland.