Rust and Ruin

Sun up in the

sky, clock is on the wall (go!)

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)