Working Man

I drive a big old truck with the tires pumped up
Ive got my hands around a motor all day
Ive got my name on my shirt, a little grease, little dirt
But its okay, she likes it that way
Yeah oh whoa, Im a workin 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 chewin Red Man
A little sweat on my brow and Im right at home
Yeah oh whoa, Im a workin man

But you know when were all alone
These hands of stone turn soft and slow
And though I look rough outside she knows
Whats inside of this heart of mine
Oh, thats workin man

Each day I work like a dog, I like to cruise on my hog
I gotta a tattoo that says 'Life aint easy'
And on the weekends at dawn I get up, mow the lawn
Fix the dryer and the faucet thats leakin
Yeah oh whoa, Im a workin man

But you know when were all alone
These hands of stone turn soft and slow
And though I look rough outside she knows
Whats inside of this heart of mine
Oh, thats workin man

Though the days are long, I gotta carry on
Gotta lot of mouths to feed
At the end of the day its worth the price I pay
Just to hear my baby say she loves me

You know when were all alone
These hands of stone turn soft and slow
And though I look rough outside she knows
Whats inside of this heart of mine
Oh, thats workin man
Yeah, that's workin' man, that's workin' man