Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Working Man's Wage , by - Trace Adkins. Song from the album More..., in the genre ПопRelease date: 31.12.1998
Record label: Capitol Records Nashville
Song language: English
Working Man's Wage |
| I’ve seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay |
| Looked like a mountain to a boy my age |
| And I’ve seen my daddy in that hot southern sun |
| Move those mountains one by one |
| And I’ve seen that same man come home from the mill |
| Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar bill |
| I’ve watched him struggle and I’ve watched him age |
| Raising a family on a working man’s wage |
| I grew up on a working man’s wage |
| Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made |
| For the little he earned there was so much he gave |
| And I hope I am worthy of a working man’s wage |
| I pick this guitar six nights a week |
| Daddy can’t believe they’re paying me It would be so easy to let it go to my head |
| But there’s just one thing that I can’t forget |
| I grew up on a working man’s wage |
| Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made |
| For the little he earned there was so much he gave |
| And I hope I am worthy, I hope I am worthy |
| Of a working man’s wage |
| I’ve seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay |
| Looked like a mountain to a boy my age |