I get up at seven, yeah
And I go to work at nine
I got no time for livin'
Yes, I'm workin' all the time

It seems to me
I could live my life
lot better than I think I am
I guess that's why they call me
They call me the working man

They call me the working man
I guess that's what I am

I get home at five o'clock
And I take myself out a nice, cold beer
Always seem to be wonderin'
Why there's nothin' goin' down here

It seems to me
I could live my life
lot better than I think I am
I guess that's why they call me
They call me the working man

They call me the working man
I guess that's what I am

I get home at five o'clock
And I take myself out a nice, cold beer
Always seem to be wonderin'
Why there's nothin' goin' down here

Well, they call me the working man
I guess that's what I am

Yeah, oh yeah!
Ooh, said I,
 [bad word] #39; out to get you.
Ooh, sit down.
 [bad word] #39; out to find you.
Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah.
Findin' my way!

I've been gone so long
I've lost count of the years.
Well, I sang some sad songs,
oh yes, and cried some bad tears.

Look out! [bad word] #39;.
Whoa, whoa.
Look out! [bad word] #39;.
Whoa, yeah.

 [bad word] #39;,
finding my way back home.
Oh yeah!

Yeah, oh yeah!
Ooh, said I,
 [bad word] #39; back to look for you.
Ooh, sit down.
I'm goin' by the back door.
Ooh, yeah. Ooh yeah.
Findin' my way!

You've done me no right,
but you've done me some wrong.
Left me lonely each night
while I sing my sad song.

Look out! [bad word] #39;.
Whoa, whoa.
Look out! [bad word] #39;.
Whoa, yeah.

 [bad word] #39;, findin' my way back home.
 [bad word] #39;.
Ooh, babe, I said [bad word] #39;.
Whoa, babe, I said [bad word] #39;
to get you, mama.
Said [bad word] #39;.

Ooh, babe, I said [bad word] #39;
for you, babe.
I said [bad word] #39;.
Ooh yes, babe, I said [bad word] #39;
to get you, babe. I said [bad word] #39;.
Ooh, yeah.

I'm findin',
I'm findin' my way back home.
Well, I've had it for now,
livin' on the road.
Ooh, yeah.
Ooh, yeah.

Findin' my way!