[Verse 1] I need a whole new set of problems Said the preacher to the thief Ive seen nothing here but miracles And its shaking my belief And if everythings a miracle The saints are just a mob And the man who works the wonders Is just trying to do his job [Chorus 1] Hail to the working man, my son Up there trying to get it done When every horse needs water and every weed needs sun Hail to the working man, my friend He wont clock out til the end When every saint and sinners race is run [Verse 2] My grandpa was a preacher The Pentecostal kind And they take the Lord so seriously Youd think theyd lost their minds They pray out loud, speak in tongues Some might take up snakes But my grandpa was a working man And he never took a break [Chorus 2] Hail to the working man like pop Never saw him drink a drop He knew what I was up to, but he didnt call the cops Hail to the working man on high Give us plenty fish to fry He might judge you but hell never make you stop [Verse 3] Well Ive stood on every corner Said the thief for his reply And Ive never seen a miracle Not one Ive recognized But way up in the northland Where the weather goes beserk And the sun stays up til midnight, boy Theres plenty time to work [Chorus 1] Hail to the working man, my son Just trying to get it done When every horse needs water and every weed needs sun Hail to the working man, my friend He wont clock out till the end When every saint and sinners race is run When every saint and sinners race is run
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