Working Man S Wage lyrics

(Wynn VarbleLeslie 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