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Try to pick the dirt from my fingernails
Thought mama taught me better, but she really didn't this time
Oh, this is a ballad of a working man's load
Maybe I'll get retired when I'm 85
Maybe my heart'll give out and lead me to die
Oh, this is a ballad of a working man's load
Oh, it's broken bodies and bones instead of gold
Through the work and pain, mainstream media lie
We be the one to lay down on the wire
We build the roads and grow the grain for your whiskey
Tantrum with the many might be a little risky
Oh, FAFO for your info
Oh, this is a ballad of a working man's, of a working man's load
I hope your ratings are up
Driving Mercedes, well, I drive a truck
Ever worked in a blizzard?
Calloused hands, but eatin' blister
I've got the notion of your self-righteous slogan
The hard-working women and men will have you chokin'
Oh, this is a ballad of a working man's load
Oh, it's broken bodies and bones instead of gold
Through the work and pain, mainstream media lie
We be the one to lay down on the wire
We build the roads and grow the grain for your whiskey
Tantrum with the many might be a little risky
Oh, FAFO for your info
Oh, this is a ballad of a working man's, of a working man's load
Hard times make strong men, strong men turn it good
Then everybody's weak
Hard times make strong men, strong men turn it good
Then everybody's weak
Oh, this is a ballad of a working man's load
Oh, it's broken bodies and bones instead of gold
Through the work and pain, mainstream media lie
We be the one to lay down on the wire
We build the roads and grow the grain for your whiskey
Tantrum with the many might be a little risky
Oh, FAFO for your info
Oh, this is a ballad of a working man's, of a working man's load