Working Class Family

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It's early in the morning and I know my wife is in the kitchen

Because I got woke up by my nose to the smell of coffee brewing

I can hear country songs playing from my wife's radio

And I can hear the rooster in the backyard crow

Which tells me it's time for this old dog to get himself out of bed

Throw yesterday clothes on and place a hat on my head

Walk into the kitchen and get myself a cup of coffee

Smoke a cigarette and dreading that today is Monday

My youngest daughter is at the table with her colors drawing her imagination

The wife and I standing beside the coffee pot having a conversation

Then the time came, I kissed my girls and off I go

Jumping into my truck and taking off down the road

Off to work I go, another start to another paycheck

While the wife takes care of the bills and some debt

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Oh yeah, I'm just a working man, working man's PhD

I got the aching bones and my fingers bleed

I got constant sweat running down from my forehead

Dirty britches, dirty shirt, an old hat and worn-out boots

But that's how I was raised and country is my roots

And I don't complain about a hard day's work, instead

I'm thankful that I'm part of an everyday

Working-class family

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Working long hours and finally the late evening comes around

I clock out, jump into my truck and off I go, hammer down

Heading down that same road that carries me home

My brand-new tires rolling and the turning of my chrome

Rims shining, truck body caked in mud and the radio is on

The volume is up and I'm singing along to a country song

I finally pull into the drive and park my truck, step out shutting the door

Walk into the house and stepped onto the kitchen floor

And I get greeted by my youngest daughter with kisses and hugs

Then I grab a cup from the cabinet and open the frig and grabbed the jug

Poured me some sweet Ice-T and sat down in one of the kitchen's chairs

My wife enters, removes my hat and runs her fingers through my hair

The wife is smiling while asking me how my day went, I answered it was okay

But like always, I'll be doing it all over again, same shit but a different day

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Oh yeah, I'm just a working man, working man's PhD

I got the aching bones and my fingers bleed

I got constant sweat running down from my forehead

Dirty britches, dirty shirt, an old hat and worn-out boots

But that's how I was raised and country is my roots

And I don't complain about a hard day's work, instead

I'm thankful that I'm part of an everyday

Working-class family

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