He's a hard working man
Works hard every day
Gets drunk every night
And he likes it that way
A hard working man
Works his fingers to the bone
Spends the day with his crew
Then goes home alone
Work hard, hard working
Body scarred, never shirking
No time for worry or overthinking
Sundown to midnight time for drinking
No running past tragedies
Alcohol the cure for hard history
Bottle feed your feelings though it's not gonna last
Escape the present you can't escape your past
He's a hard working man
Works hard all the time
Gotta make a nickel
Gotta make a dime
Hard working man
Working hard for the boss
Try not to think about the actual cost
Work never stops neither do the cheques
Finish one job then it's on to the next
Patching the holes and maintaining the connections
Means no time for honest reflection
Hiring and firing, managing and teaching
All day long until home you are reaching
Not before stopping at the corner store
Get what you need and drink some more
He's a hard working man
Doing all the overtime
Always on call
Oh they've got you on the line
Hard working man
What ever will you do
When the day comes
When the time to work is through
Imagine a vacation
To some warm destination
Where frustration and vexation
Are no longer your vocation
Where the sky meets the ocean
Where you're at peace with your emotions
Am I giving you a notion
To put into motion
Drop the hammer drop the bottle
Ease up on the throttle
I may not be Aristotle
But I swear the truth I got'll
Steer you in the right direction
And offer a selection
I say this with affection
Time for a resurrection