Wake up in the morning light, get up out of bed
Say a word of thanks I'm here, I'm here where I've been lead
Restart to mend the splintered sounds, surrounds within my head
Run the roads to win the race, in faith we all must tread
A slackers hand who won't go fish is destined wanting bread
A soul assured upon the grace, still without works is dead
Assume for sure the Master is the only one to dread
And face all else then without fear, and live before we're dead
You gotta work hard, you gotta work hard, you gotta work hard, you gotta work hard
We've all got a talent, O this Lord I know it
A guitar from a pawn, don't waste it in the basket
Keep on shining, thus proof of inner faith is seen
Made in the image of our Maker, an example being
Jesus got it done, no He sure wasn't a slack jack
Everything He ever did was so we should not lack it
Sweep the floor all night for some precious thing
Go healing, though you're told that you should be resting
You gotta work hard, you gotta work hard, you gotta work hard, you gotta work hard
Earn a fair rate, even if you got there late
As a word carpenter I'll declare check mate
My heart knows where to end and where to begin
Occupied in love, with no room for sin
Just giving two and five sure beats giving none
So many thousands should be fed with so much more when it's all done
Be at the passion til I'm crashing, heading home instead
Give it while I'm here, and you'll know I said
You gotta work hard, you gotta work hard, you gotta work hard, you gotta work hard
You gotta work hard, you gotta work hard, you gotta work hard, you gotta work hard