Marc El. - The Working Day lyrics

Hey Joe, whatcha doin' over there? You're sittin' on a porch with a broken down stare You got a flag blowin' in the air You worked a 12 hour day, now it's time to get away So you go downtown for a T-Bone steak And ya sit back and watch the Yankees play Well, his back's got a kink, so he orders a drink And he heads off to the bathroom sink And he washed his hands to the farmer tan And he looked in the mirror and said,"Man to Man." Chorus: Hey buddy, you're built like a rock You work around the clock That's the American Way Blue jeans and a blue collar Chasing the hard dollar You can't complain The only way that you're gonna get paid It's what we call the working day Now there's no down what Joe's all about He's a hard-working man who sleeps on a couch And he ain't afraid to pour his heart out Well, there's fireflies and pool-hall bars There's a broken down car in his overgrown front yard He's about a block of Nolensville Boulevard He's got bruised up hands and oil on his pants It's been a while since he's had a romance It's about time that the man get's a break 'Cause his only time off is church on Sunday Chorus: Hey buddy, you're built like a rock You work around the clock That's the American Way Blue jeans and a blue collar Chasing the hard dollar You can't complain The only way that you're gonna get paid It's what we call the working day Hey, hey, hey, hey another working day Hey, hey, hey, hey that's the American way Hey, hey, hey, hey working hard everyday Nine to five or eight to eight Chorus: Hey buddy, you're built like a rock You work around the clock That's the American Way Blue jeans and a blue collar Chasing the hard dollar You can't complain The only way that you're gonna get paid It's what we call the working day Yeah, the only way that you're gonna get paid It's what we call the working day The working day