Текст (слова) песни: Trace Adkins - Working Man`s Wage
(Wynn Varble/Leslie Satcher)
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
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