God is a Working Man

[Verse 1]

I need a whole new set of problems

Said the preacher to the thief

I've seen nothing here but miracles

And it's shaking my belief

And if everything's a miracle

The saints are just a mob

And the man who works the wonders

Is just trying to do his job

[Chorus 1]

Hail to the working man, my son

Up there trying to get it done

When every horse needs water and every weed needs sun

Hail to the working man, my friend

He won't clock out til the end

When every saint and sinner's race is run

[Verse 2]

My grandpa was a preacher

The Pentecostal kind

And they take the Lord so seriously

You'd think they'd lost their minds

They pray out loud, speak in tongues

Some might take up snakes

But my grandpa was a working man

And he never took a break

[Chorus 2]

Hail to the working man like pop

Never saw him drink a drop

He knew what I was up to, but he didn't call the cops

Hail to the working man on high

Give us plenty fish to fry

He might judge you but he'll never make you stop

[Verse 3]

Well I've stood on every corner

Said the thief for his reply

And I've never seen a miracle

Not one I've recognized

But way up in the northland

Where the weather goes beserk

And the sun stays up til midnight, boy

There's plenty time to work

[Chorus 1]

Hail to the working man, my son

Just trying to get it done

When every horse needs water and every weed needs sun

Hail to the working man, my friend

He won't clock out till the end

When every saint and sinners race is run

When every saint and sinners race is run