Working Man - Intellectual

[Verse 1]

4 a.m., Lord, don't it come way too soon?

You'd think by now, it'd be somethin' you'd be used to

So put on your coffee and turn on the news

It's gonna be hot as hell, but at least the skies are blue

You're clockin' in wore out, but you do what ya gotta do

I know you're tired, I know you're hurtin'

I know you're broke down to the bone

But your bills are paid and there's smilin' faces

Waitin' on you at home

And it ain't always easy, it ain't ever like you planned

Oh, but man, ain't it workin', workin' man?

Now you're goin' home while the sun's goin' down

You're still miles away, but you can already hear the sound

Of a little voice sayin', "Daddy come out and play"

So you steal a couple more minutes from a damn good day

You're clockin' in wore out and wouldn't want it any other way

I know you're tired, I know you're hurtin'

I know you're broke down to the bone

But your bills are paid and there's smilin' faces

Waitin' on you at home

And it ain't always easy, it ain't ever like you planned

Oh, but man, ain't it workin', workin' man?

It's the sweat and blood and bruises

Calloused hands, hard as can be

There's bread on the table

There's presents under the tree

I know you're tired, I know you're hurtin'

I know you're broke down to the bone

But your bills are paid and there's smilin' faces

Waitin' on you at home

And it ain't always easy, it ain't ever like you planned

Oh, but man, ain't it workin', workin' man?

It ain't always easy, it ain't ever like you planned

Oh, but man, ain't it workin', workin' man?