I toil and sweat break my back every day
Give it all I got so it don't go away
Oh lord help me I'm a working man
I feel the ghosts of those who have gone before
And sometimes I swear I just can't take no more
Oh god help me I'm a working man
And you know I do the best I can
The birds and the bees the flowers and the trees
The ants marching all in a row
Do they dream of days of ease
Do they taste a night of peace
Before they take that final sleep
And all of their efforts lay'd low
From job to job been pushing everyday
And it seems the more I work it's less and less they pay
Oh god help me I'm a working man
And you know I do the best I can
It feels I'm less a man and more a machine
And if they had their way they'd chain me
To their industry
Oh god help me I'm a working man
And you know I do the best I can
Oh god help me I'm a working man
Working man working man
Oh god help me I'm a working man