Dusty Golden - Workin Man Lyrics

He set's his hat on the dash and he get's down inside
That 94' Peterbuilt that's screamin' to life
As the frost clears he grabs a gear and drives through the night
He shoot's a smile when he thinks of her ridin' by his side

These logs won't haul themselves That's what he's told
And he sure would like to leave this job but the wolves wont let him go
These old diesel trucks and the black gold rush ain't makin much these day's
So it's sell it all or break the law either way he needs his pay

So what about the Workin Man?
And the family he provides
What about all the hours punched on cold December night's?
Well he busts his ass for a handful of cash he only holds for a little while
He work's em' to the bone and in the mornin' it's gone
Ask me that just ain't right

That alarm goes off at a quarter to five his boots are by the door
Coveralls hard hat and leather gloves are waiting in his ford
As he turns on the lights and heads down the drive he tells himself again
In twelve hours time I'll be off the line and be back home again

Where it goes he wonders? most every day
The time the money and dreams he had and how they slipped away?
He trades his time for cash and his cash for time that he'll try to enjoy
In hopes the man don't come take his money and run to leave him cold and broke

So what about the Workin Man?
And the family he provides
What about all the hours punched on cold December night's?
Well he busts his ass for a handful of cash he only holds for a little while
He work's em' to the bone and in the mornin' it's gone
Ask me that just ain't right

So what about the Workin Man?
And the family he provides
What about all the hours punched on cold December night's?
Well he busts his ass for a handful of cash he only holds for a little while
He work's em' to the bone and in the mornin' it's gone
Ask me that just ain't right

He work's em' to the bone and in the mornin' it's gone
Ask me that just ain't right