Lyric Working Man s Wage

(Wynn Varble/Leslie Satcher)

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