Hard Working Man by Tyler Cassidy Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Oh, he wakes up early
Early in the morning
While everyone is snoring
He gets his engine roaring
And he walks out the front door
Everything is quiet
Streets empty and silent
Just the way he likes it
When he gets to work
Nobody claps or cheers
Yeah, he just punches in
Like he does every year
And when he does a good job
Ain't no pats on the back
And he just clocks out for lunch
And grabs a sandwich from his sack
[Chorus]
And that's cause he's the hard-working man
Goes to work with his tools in his hand
He's out there feeding his fam
I know sometimes it seem like no one gives a damn
So I wrote this one for the hard-working man
Goes to work with his tools in his hand
He's out there feeding his fam
I know sometimes it seem like no one gives a damn
So raise your glass up for the hard-working man
[Verse 2]
Goes back to work, but no one hollers "Encore!"
Yeah, even though they want more
They've come to expect it
Yeah, he just punches back in
And finishes the workday
For the girl who took his surname
Who grew up with him in his birthplace
And when he leaves work
His knees and knuckles ache
But someone's gotta do work
To put food up on the plate
And when he gets home
He's greeted with more problems
But he just gotta solve 'em
A door that keeps revolving
[Chorus]
And that's cause he's the hard-working man
Goes to work with his tools in his hand
He's out there feeding his fam
I know sometimes it seem like no one gives a damn
So I wrote this one for the hard-working man
Goes to work with his tools in his hand
He's out there feeding his fam
I know sometimes it seem like no one gives a damn
So raise your glass up for the hard-working man
Goes to work with his tools in his hand
He's out there feeding his fam
I know sometimes it seem like no one gives a damn
So I wrote this one for the hard-working man
He goes to work with his tools in his hand
He's out there feeding his fam
I know sometimes it seem like no one gives a damn
So I wrote this one for the hard-working man
Oh, he wakes up early
Early in the morning
While everyone is snoring
He gets his engine roaring
And he walks out the front door
Everything is quiet
Streets empty and silent
Just the way he likes it
When he gets to work
Nobody claps or cheers
Yeah, he just punches in
Like he does every year
And when he does a good job
Ain't no pats on the back
And he just clocks out for lunch
And grabs a sandwich from his sack
[Chorus]
And that's cause he's the hard-working man
Goes to work with his tools in his hand
He's out there feeding his fam
I know sometimes it seem like no one gives a damn
So I wrote this one for the hard-working man
Goes to work with his tools in his hand
He's out there feeding his fam
I know sometimes it seem like no one gives a damn
So raise your glass up for the hard-working man
[Verse 2]
Goes back to work, but no one hollers "Encore!"
Yeah, even though they want more
They've come to expect it
Yeah, he just punches back in
And finishes the workday
For the girl who took his surname
Who grew up with him in his birthplace
And when he leaves work
His knees and knuckles ache
But someone's gotta do work
To put food up on the plate
And when he gets home
He's greeted with more problems
But he just gotta solve 'em
A door that keeps revolving
[Chorus]
And that's cause he's the hard-working man
Goes to work with his tools in his hand
He's out there feeding his fam
I know sometimes it seem like no one gives a damn
So I wrote this one for the hard-working man
Goes to work with his tools in his hand
He's out there feeding his fam
I know sometimes it seem like no one gives a damn
So raise your glass up for the hard-working man
Goes to work with his tools in his hand
He's out there feeding his fam
I know sometimes it seem like no one gives a damn
So I wrote this one for the hard-working man
He goes to work with his tools in his hand
He's out there feeding his fam
I know sometimes it seem like no one gives a damn
So I wrote this one for the hard-working man