When I get home from work

I'll call up all my friends

And we'll go bust up something beautiful we'll have to build again.

When I get home from work

I'll wrestle off my clothes

And leave em right inside the front door

'cause nobody's home to know.

You see a hammer finds a nail

And a freight train needs the rails

And I'm doin' what I'm on this earth to do.

And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts

I'm just lucky to have the work

Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church

But I thank god for the work.

When I get my reward my work will all be done

And I will sit back in my chair beside the father and the son

No more holes to fill and no more rocks to break

And no more loading boxes on the trucks for someone else's sake.

'cause a hammer needs a nail

And the poor man's up for sale

Guess I'm doin' what I'm on this earth to do.

And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts

I'm just lucky to have the work

And every night I dream I'm drowning in the dirt

But I thank god for the work.

And the day will come when I'll find a reason

And somebody proud to love a man like me

My back is numb, my hands are freezing

What I'm working for is something more than free.

And I don't think on why I'm here where it hurts

I'm just lucky to have the work

Sunday morning I'm too tired to go to church

But I thank god for the work.