He works hard all day

For the bills he has to pay

He gets home and sits down

Then hears the bill collector is in town

As he gets up to go back to his job

He starts to softly sob

For if he doesn’t work in the heat

His family doesn’t get to eat

He works until he is so sore

He can’t move at all anymore

As he sees his family one last time

He says “ya’ll will be fine”

As they lay him down to rest

His wife says “you did your best”

In the grave with callused hands

This is the ballad of the working man