Honor Labor

My father's a working man, and I'm a working man
From my shoulders to my hands, I'm a working man
I'm a working man

I grew up in a land where your trade is what you had
This isn't what I planned but I'm proud of what I am
I'm a working man, I'm a working man

I don't need a lot, just let me do what I was taught
Give me work, I'll get it done, 'cos I'm a worker's son
I'm a working man

Yes, I'm a working man

I'm a working man, what my father was I am
And if my son decides to be something different than me
I'll still be proud of him if he does the best he can,
I hope he's proud of his old man
I know that I am, 'cos he's a working man, he's working man, he's working man