Working Man
I’ve got paint on my clothes, I’ve got dirt on my hands
There’s holes in my shoes, I’m a working man
I didn’t inherit no fortune or land
nobody gave me nothing, I’m a working man
If you want a tree you gotta plant the seed
and you gotta pick the fruit if you wanna eat
Spent all day farming the land
holes in my clothes, I’m a working man
Working men and women, raise your hands, raise your hands up high!
Working men and women, raise your fists, raise your fists to the sky!
I work in the heat, and I work in the cold
I worked when I was young, and I’ll work when I’m old
No billionaire father ever gave me a hand
Nobody gave me nothing I’m a working man
I got food to buy and bills to pay
So I wake up early and work a 10 hour day
Cause I didn’t inherit no fortune or land.
Nobody gave me nothing I’m a working man
Working men and women, raise your hands, raise your hands up high!
Working men and women, raise your fists, raise your fists to the sky!
Working men and women, raise your hands, raise your hands up high!
Working men and women, raise your fists, raise your fists to the sky!
And you all are special
And you all are strong
And you all are heroes,
the heroes of us all.
And you all have power
And you all are strong
And you’re all still standing
And you’ve all come so far.
I’ve got my books, I’ve got a college degree
I read Walt Whitman and I read Yeats
I listen to Mozart and to Public Enemy
I’m the man behind these clothes that you see.
Working men and women, raise your hands, raise your hands up high!
Working men and women, raise your fists, raise your fists to the sky!
Working men and women, raise your hands, raise your hands up high!
Working men and women, raise your fists, raise your fists to the sky!
Working men and women, raise your hands, raise your hands up high!
Working men and women, raise your fists, raise your fists to the sky!