Four AM, Lord, don't it come way too soon You'd think by now, it'd be something you'd be used to So put on your coffee, turn on the news It's gonna be hot as hell, but at least the skies are blue Clocking in more hours, but you do what ya gotta do I know you're tired, I know you're hurting I know you're broke down to the bone But your bills are paid And there's smiling faces waiting on you at home It ain't always easy, it ain't ever like you planned Oh but man, ain't it working, working man Now you're going home while the suns going down You're still miles away, but you can already hear the sound Of a little voice, saying "Daddy come out and play" So you steal a couple more minutes from a damn good day You're clocking in, wore out, wouldn't want it any other way I know you're tired, I know you're hurting I know you're broke down to the bone But your bills are paid And there's smiling faces waiting on you at home It ain't always easy, it ain't ever like you planned Oh but man, ain't it working, working man It's the sweat and blood and bruises Calloused hands, hard as can be There's bread on the table There's presents under the tree I know you're tired, I know you're hurting I know you're broke down to the bone But your bills are paid And there's smiling faces waiting on you at home It ain't always easy, it ain't ever like you planned Oh but man, ain't it working, working man It ain't always easy, it ain't ever like you planned Oh but man, ain't it working, working man