Trace Adkins - Working Man's Wage Lyrics
(wynn varble/leslie satcher)I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hayLooked like a mountain to a boy my ageAnd i've seen my daddy in that hot southern sunMove those mountains one by oneAnd i've seen that same man come home from the millPull forty hours for a hundred-dollar billI've watched him struggle and i've watched him ageRaising a family on a working man's wageI grew up on a working man's wageBlood, sweat and tears on every dollar he madeFor the little he earned there was so much he gaveAnd i hope i am worthy of a working man's wageI pick this guitar six nights a weekDaddy can't believe they're paying meIt would be so easy to let it go to my headBut there's just one thing that i can't forgetI grew up on a working man's wageBlood, sweat and tears on every dollar he madeFor the little he earned there was so much he gaveAnd i hope i am worthy, i hope i am worthyOf a working man's wageI've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hayLooked like a mountain to a boy my age
