Working Man

I drive a beat up 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, a little dirt
But its okay she likes it that way
Yeah, oh, whoa, Im 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 Im right at home
And, oh, whoa, Im a working 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
And oh thats working 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 leaking
And, oh, whoa, Im a working 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
And oh thats 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
Its worth the price I pay just to hear my baby say
She loves me