| When I get home from work
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| I’ll call up all my friends
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| And we’ll go bust up something beautiful
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| We’ll have to build again
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| When I get home from work
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| I’ll wrestle off my clothes
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| And leave 'em right inside the front door
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| 'Cause nobody’s home to know
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| You see a hammer finds a nail
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| And a freight train needs the rails
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| And I’m doin' what I’m on this earth to do
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| And I don’t think on why I’m here or where it hurts
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| I’m just lucky to have the work
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| Sunday morning I’m too tired to go to church
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| But I thank God for the work
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| When I get my reward my work will all be done
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| And I will sit back in my chair beside the father and the son
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| No more holes to fill and no more rocks to break
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| And no more loading boxes on the trucks for someone else’s sake
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| 'Cause a hammer needs a nail
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| And the poor man’s up for sale
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| Guess I’m doin' what I’m on this Earth to do
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| And I don’t think on why I’m here or where it hurts
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| I’m just lucky to have the work
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| And every night I dream I’m drowning in the dirt
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| But I thank God for the work
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| And the day will come when I’ll find a reason
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| And somebody proud to love a man like me
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| My back is numb, my hands are freezing
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| What I’m working for is something more than free
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| And I don’t think on why I’m here or where it hurts
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| I’m just lucky to have the work
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| Sunday morning I’m too tired to go to church
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| But I thank God for the work |