Texty: Falls Whiskey. Working Man.

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 working 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 chewing Red Man
A little sweat on my brow and I?m right at home
And, oh, whoa, I?m a working man

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 working 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 leaking
And, oh, whoa, I?m a working man

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 working man

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