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