The Working Man

They say we're caught and you'll get 'head But I'm just breaking my back instead Clocking in just to pay that rent Ain't much left when the day is spent Boss man talking 'bout living the dream The dream that's built on my routine They raise the price we keep the pace Running in place just to stay in the race We built this town with our two hands Blood in the dirt, sweat in the sand They make the rules, we make it stand Yeah, this land runs on a working man Fields stack high, pay check's thin Round and round that wheel we spin They fly first class we drive beat trucks Still showing up when the world gets rough We built this town with our two hands Blood in the dirt, sweat in the sand They make the rules, we make it stand Yeah, this land runs on a working man Don't need your pity Don't need your crown Yeah, we're the folks that keeps it spinning round One more day we'll take that stand You keep my soul from a working man We built this town with our two hands Blood in the dirt, sweat in the sand They make the rules, we make it stand Yeah, this land runs on a working man We built this town with our two hands Blood in the dirt, sweat in the sand They make the rules, we make it stand Yeah, this land runs on a working man