Hard Day Blues

Sun up in the sky,

clock is on the wall (yeah)

My boots are heavy,

and the timber's tall

Five-thirty hammer, ringing in the cold Working for a dollar

and a story told

Hand is getting calloused,

back is feeling tight

No rest for the weary

till the deep of night

Boss-man on a high horse,

looking down below

While we pull the iron through the frozen snow

Oh, the blues

of a workin' man

(Lord, carry

me home)

Yeah, the blues

of a workin' man

(so tired)

Sweat and steel, doing all I can

Saturday morning

is a fleeting grace

But Sunday evening puts me in my place

Just another number

on a yellow sheet Walking through the dust

on a weary street

Oh, the blues of a workin' man

(Lord, carry me home) Yeah,

the blues of a workin' man

(hear me now) Sweat and steel,

doing all I can

(Lord, keep me strong)

(oh, workin' man)