You gotta love the working man

You gotta love the working man

You gotta love the working man

He’s working for you and me.

 

He paints the walls and he mops the floor,

Installs the windows and he hangs the doors.

We lie in bed while he does the chores,

He’s working for you and me.

He shovels gravel and he paves the road,

Makes sure the shrubs are trimmed, the lawns are mowed.

He fills the truck and then he hauls the load,

He’s working for you and me.

 

He labors daily in the heat of day.

He picks the berries and he cuts the hay,

Repairs equipment, hauls the trash away.

He’s working for you and me.

 

And what about his female counterpart?

She works as hard and does it all with heart,

And generally paid less for her part.

Still, she’s working for you and me.

 

He trawls your seafood from the ocean floor,

Fetches another when you ask for more,

Then scrubs the plate until his hands are sore.

He’s working for you and me.