Hey now you better listen to me everyone of you We got a lotta lotta lotta lotta work to do Forget about your woman and that water can Today were working for the man Well pick up your feet We've got a deadline to meet I'm gonna see you make it on time Don't relax I want elbows and backs I wanna see everybody from behind 'Cause your working for the man working for the man You gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man Oh well I'm pickin' 'em up and I'm laying 'em down I believe he's gonna work me into the ground I pull to the left I heave to the right I wanna kill him but it wouldn't be right 'Cause I, m working for the man working for the man Gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man Well the boss man's daughter sneaks me water Everytime her daddy's down the line She says meet me tonight love a me right And everything is gonna be fine So I slave all day without much pay 'Cause I'm just abiding my time 'Cause the company and the daughter you see Their both gonna be all mine Yah I'm gonna be the man gonna be the man Gotta make him a hand if I'm gonna be the man Working for the man working for the man Gonna be the man gonna be the man Gotta make him a hand working for the man

In the night I look for love Endless strength from the man above God of piston, God of steel God is here behind the wheel I'm just working for the man For love Pretty things get in my car Take them flying, it's not far Take in handsome, take in me Look good in my steel machine I'm just working for the man Don't you know yet who I am? Working harder for the man Go around and doing good Get my strength from the man above I'm just working for the man I'm just doing what I can Go around I'm doing good Go around I'm doing good Go around I'm doing good Go around I'm doing good Go around I'm doing good Go around I'm doing good

Stumble from my good warm bed E monday morning oh my head D got to go and e do it all a again e A wake up baby rise and shine E its coffee, eggs, and bacon time D walk your working e man out to the a car e Verse 2: A the boss is in his usual mood E not one thing does he approves D sometimes you cant keep him a satisfied Up and down the assemble line E worried faces much like mine D showing the wear and tare in their a eyes Chorus: Their d making it hard on the a working man E trying to make a livin any{a}way he can D making ends meat on the a installment plan E his money goes right a threw his hands D heaven help us if you a think you can Their d making it ha{e}rd on the working man {d}{d}{e}{a} Verse 3: A big policeman in his prime E sits behind his billboard sign D aims his radar gun right straight a at me A letter from the irs E said," boy your taxes are a mess" D is this the way the good life is suppose to a be Chorus Verse 4: A stumble from my good warm bed E monday morning oh my head D got to go and do it all a again To much room in my frigidaire E the kids all need new shoes to wear D payments late on my old truck a again Chorus Repeat chorus and fade

Well I get up at seven, yeah And I go to work at nine I got no time for livin' yeah I'm workin all the time. It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me, They call me the working man. They call me the working man I guess that's what I am I get home at five o'clock And I take myself out a nice cold beer Always seem to be wonderin Why there's nothin' goin' down here. It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me, The workin' man They call me the working man I guess that's what I am Well they call me the working man I guess that's what I am Well I get up at seven yeah And I go to work at nine I got no time for livin' yeah I'm workin all the time. It seems to me I could live my life A lot better than I think I am I guess that's why they call me, They call me the working man. They call me the working man I guess that's what I am

When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home Oh, when them cotton ball' get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home Oh, when them cotton ball' get rotten You can't pick very much cotton In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home When I was a little bitty baby My mama would rock me in the cradle In them old cotton fields back home It was down in Louisiana Just about a mile from Tex-arkana In them old cotton fields back home In them old cotton fields back home