Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Is A Working Man, artist - Jason Isbell.
Date of issue: 10.03.2016
Song language: English
God Is A Working Man |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |
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 |