Working Man Lyrics - Singles - Falls Whiskey

I drive a beat up truck with the tires pumped up 

Ive got my hands around a motor all day 

Ive got my name on my shirt 

A little grease, a little dirt 

But its okay she likes it that way 

Yeah, oh, whoa, Im a working man 

I work on pistons and rings, carburetors and sing a little 

Walk This Way, on the radio 

I like my beer in a can, football and chewing Red Man 

A little sweat on my brow and Im right at home 

And, oh, whoa, Im a working man 

But you know when were all alone 

These hands of stone turn soft and slow 

And though I look rough outside she knows 

Whats inside of this heart of mine 

And oh thats working man 

Each day I work like a dog, I like to cruise on my hog 

I gotta a tattoo that says, life aint easy 

And on the weekends at dawn I get up mow the lawn 

Fix the dryer and the faucet thats leaking 

And, oh, whoa, Im a working man 

But you know when were all alone 

These hands of stone turn soft and slow 

And though I look rough outside she knows 

Whats inside of this heart of mine 

And oh thats working man 

And though the days are long I got to carry on 

Got a lot of mouths to feed and at the end of the day 

Its worth the price I pay just to hear my baby say 

She loves me