My father was a working man
Toiling past year seventy and five
Work perhaps the drug keeping him alive
If a man don’t work he should not eat
But also a man needed love and sleep
Yet in every picture he did not look tired
But would shine with twinkling eyes and wide smile
Though I think he was weary and often lonesome
Cause times when he was teary and would drift alone
I am a working man
Trying to carry my cross pull my load
Do the things that were learned and told
If a man don’t work he should not eat
But also a man needs love and peace
I find myself smiling in every photo
Yet the expressions only hide my tired soul
Sometimes I get weary and can’t catch my breath
Cause times I am teary and see my father and it scares me to death
Toiling past year seventy and five
Work perhaps the drug keeping him alive
If a man don’t work he should not eat
But also a man needed love and sleep
Yet in every picture he did not look tired
But would shine with twinkling eyes and wide smile
Though I think he was weary and often lonesome
Cause times when he was teary and would drift alone
I am a working man
Trying to carry my cross pull my load
Do the things that were learned and told
If a man don’t work he should not eat
But also a man needs love and peace
I find myself smiling in every photo
Yet the expressions only hide my tired soul
Sometimes I get weary and can’t catch my breath
Cause times I am teary and see my father and it scares me to death
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