Working Man - Rush

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

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

Well, I was born on a Sunday On Thursday, I had me a job I was born on a Sunday By Thursday, I was workin' out on a job I ain't never had no day off Since I learned right from wrong Said I was bad I did somethin' to her head Mama said I was bad I did something to her head And papa threw me out Oh, said I gotta earn my own way I ain't never been in trouble I ain't got the time I don't mess around with magic, child What I got is mine Whatever you say, Lord Well, that's what I'm gonna do Whatever you say Well, that's what I'm gonna do And I'm the workin' man Lord, I'll do the job for you I ain't never been in trouble I ain't got the time I don't mess around with magic, child What I got is mine Every Friday Well, that's when I'll get paid But don't take me on Friday, Lord 'Cause that's when I'll get paid Let me die on Saturday night Oh, before Sunday gets my head

Well, you can stake that claim Good work is the key to good fortune Winners take that praise Losers seldom take that blame If they don't take that game And sometimes the winner takes nothing We draw our own designs Fortune has to make that frame We go out in the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances So roll the bones Roll the bones Why are we here, because we're here Roll the bones, roll the bones Why does it happen, because it happens Roll the bones, roll the bones Faith is cold as ice Why are little ones born only to suffer For the want of immunity or a bowl of rice? Well, who would hold a price On the heads of the innocent children If there's some immortal power to control the dice? We come into the world and take our chances Fate is just the weight of circumstances That's the way that lady luck dances Roll the bones Roll the bones Why are we here, because we're here Roll the bones, roll the bones Why does it happen, because it happens Roll the bones, roll the bones Why are we here, because we're here Roll the bones, roll the bones Why does it happen? Jack relax, get busy with the facts No zodiacs or almanacs, no maniacs in polyester slacks Just the facts gonna kick some gluteus max It's a parallax, you dig? You move around, the small gets big, it's a rig It's action, reaction, random interaction So who's afraid of a little abstraction? Can't get no satisfaction from the facts? You better run, boy A fact's a fact, from Nome to Rome, boy What's the deal, spin the wheel If the dice are hot, take a shot Play your cards, show us what you got What you're holding, if the cards are cold don't go folding Luck is golden, she favors the bold, that's cold Stop throwing stones, the night has a thousand saxophones So get out there and rock and roll the bones, get busy Roll the bones Why are we here, because we're here Roll the bones, roll the bones Why does it happen, because it happens Roll the bones, roll the bones Why are we here, because we're here Roll the bones, roll the bones Why does it happen, because it happens Roll the bones, roll the bones Why does it happen, because it happens Roll the bones, roll the bones Why are we here, because we're here Roll the bones Because we're here

The snakes and arrows a child is heir to Are enough to leave a thousand cuts We build our defenses, a place of safety And leave the darker places unexplored Sometimes the fortress is too strong Or the love is too weak What should have been our armor Becomes a sharp and angry sword Our better natures seek elevation A refuge for the coming night No one gets to their heaven without a fight No one We hold beliefs as a consolation A way to take us out of ourselves Meditation, or medication A comfort, or a promised reward Sometimes that spirit is too strong Or the flesh is too weak Sometimes the need is just too great For the solace we seek The suit of shining armor Becomes a keen and bloody sword No one gets to their heaven without a fight A refuge for the coming night A future of eternal light No one gets to their heaven without a fight No one Confused alarms of struggle and flight Blood is drained of color By the flashes of artillery light No one gets to their heaven without a fight The battle flags are flown At the feet of a god unknown No one gets to their heaven, heaven No one gets to their heaven without a fight Sometimes the damage is too great Or the will is too weak What should have been our armor Becomes a sharp and burning sword No one gets to their heaven without a fight A refuge for the coming night A future of eternal light No one gets to their heaven without a fight No one No one gets to their heaven without a fight