Working Man's Wage Lyrics - More - Trace Adkins

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