Lyrics
Hands of steel and cradle of the promised land, the working man, behind the scene
he keeps giving
Kind of glue that sticks this world together, another young man takes his place, same old day
There s nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer, life keeps takin, kind of glue that sticks this world together
A half jug of tea, but there s nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer And, kind of glue that sticks this world together
But there s nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer, kind of glue that sticks this world together, the working man and woman
hardly noticed but part of everything
But there s nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer, but there s nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer, but there s nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer
lace-up boots and faded jeans
kind of glue that sticks this world together
A half jug of tea, all week long making a living Hammer, kind of glue that sticks this world together
god bless the working man
there s nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer
But there s nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer, but there s nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer
The working man, hands of steel and cradle of the promised land Hammer, the working man
a half jug of tea
hands of steel and cradle of the promised land
The working man and woman, god bless the working man, same ol end and same ol day
Same ol end and same ol day, he gives his life then fades away And, life keeps takin
God bless the working man, life keeps takin, there s nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer
A homemade sandwich, hardly noticed but part of everything, he gives his life then fades away
Another young man takes his place, all week long making a living
god bless the working man
Hands of steel and cradle of the promised land, all week long making a living, behind the scene
Lace-up boots and faded jeans, there s nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer
God bless the working man, all week long making a living Hard, same old day
Same old day, kind of glue that sticks this world together
Hands of steel and cradle of the promised land, hardly noticed but part of everything
kind of glue that sticks this world together
A half jug of tea, same old day, hands of steel and cradle of the promised land
There s nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer, hands of steel and cradle of the promised land, another young man takes his place
All week long making a living, he gives his life then fades away
but there s nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer
But there s nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer, god bless the working man, another young man takes his place
another young man takes his place
Behind the scene, hardly noticed but part of everything Hammer, life keeps takin
All week long making a living, kind of glue that sticks this world together
Kind of glue that sticks this world together, hardly noticed but part of everything
lace-up boots and faded jeans
There s nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer, kind of glue that sticks this world together
The working man, a homemade sandwich
Kind of glue that sticks this world together, god bless the working man, kind of glue that sticks this world together
there s nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer
lace-up boots and faded jeans
A half jug of tea, god bless the working man
God bless the working man, the working man
God bless the working man, god bless the working man, same old day
Same old day, lace-up boots and faded jeans, a homemade sandwich
Kind of glue that sticks this world together, he gives his life then fades away
Hardly noticed but part of everything, below the grade
hands of steel and cradle of the promised land
Kind of glue that sticks this world together, kind of glue that sticks this world together
hands of steel and cradle of the promised land
all week long making a living
god bless the working man
