Working Man's Wage

(wynn varble/leslie satcher)



I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay

Looked like a mountain to a boy my age

And i've seen my daddy in that hot southern sun

Move those mountains one by one



And i've seen that same man come home from the mill

Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar bill

I've watched him struggle and i've watched him age

Raising a family on a working man's wage



I grew up on a working man's wage

Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made

For the little he earned there was so much he gave

And i hope i am worthy of a working man's wage



I pick this guitar six nights a week

Daddy can't believe they're paying me

It would be so easy to let it go to my head

But there's just one thing that i can't forget



I grew up on a working man's wage

Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made

For the little he earned there was so much he gave

And i hope i am worthy, i hope i am worthy

Of a working man's wage



I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay

Looked like a mountain to a boy my age


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