Working Man's Wage - Trace Adkins
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