Working Man's Wage

Working Man's Wage - Trace Adkins

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