Working Man Lyrics

I drive a beat up truck with the tires pumped up
I�ve got my hands around a motor all day
I�ve got my name on my shirt
A little grease, a little dirt
But it�s okay she likes it that way
Yeah, oh, whoa, I�m a working man

I work on pistons and rings, carburetors and sing a little
Walk This Way, on the radio
I like my beer in a can, football and chewing Red Man
A little sweat on my brow and I�m right at home
And, oh, whoa, I�m a working man

But you know when we�re all alone
These hands of stone turn soft and slow
And though I look rough outside she knows
What�s inside of this heart of mine
And oh that�s working man

Each day I work like a dog, I like to cruise on my hog
I gotta a tattoo that says, life ain�t easy
And on the weekends at dawn I get up mow the lawn
Fix the dryer and the faucet that�s leaking
And, oh, whoa, I�m a working man

But you know when we�re all alone
These hands of stone turn soft and slow
And though I look rough outside she knows
What�s inside of this heart of mine
And oh that�s working man

And though the days are long I got to carry on
Got a lot of mouths to feed and at the end of the day
It�s worth the price I pay just to hear my baby say
She loves me