God, Steve Mcqueen "the Work Song" Lyrics - Guttermouth

Well, I swing this hammer from 9 to 5 

Been workin' for the man just to stay alive 

W-O-R-K is how I spell work 

Feel depressed, I miss my family 

Maybe if I work long then I'll feel just fine 

Haven't smoked in a week 

My back is kinda tweaked 

Give me work, give me pride, give me loads of overtime 

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work 

Well, I work all day and drink all night 

We fight all morning 'til we get it right 

Then, we go to school to be a journeyman 

My mother works, my father works 

My brother works and now I work 

That's all I do is work, work, work, work, work 

Lots of pride I get from work 

Dad says real men have to work 

A union man gets lots of pride from work 

In the bailing fields or on the farm 

I've only got a tan on half of my arm 

I work real quick when you hit me with a whip 

Give me work, give me pride, give me loads of overtime 

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work 

Well, I work all day and drink all night 

We fight all morning 'til we get it right 

Then, we go to school to be a journeyman 

My mother works, my father works 

My brother works and now I work 

I love to work, work, work, work, work, work 

America 

A country carried on the back of the working man 

A man with fire in his eyes and steel in his belly 

A man who could build anything 

Like a chair or a table, or he can fix a car, or he can fix a radiator 

Without him you wouldn't be able to drive to work 

And then you wouldn't be able to work 

And no one would go to work 'cause 

Work, work, work, work, work, work, work 

Well, I work all day and drink all night 

We fight all morning 'til we get it right 

Then, we go to school to be a journeyman 

My mother works, my father works 

My brother works and now I work 

I love to work, work, work, work, work, work