Working Man

Heading down south on a lonesome road
Riding my bike which’s [bad word] way to go
 ‘Gonna do my best [bad word] back home to you
The engine’s blazing I’m far above the limit
Cornfields passing by windmills are spinning
My thoughts are straight ahead, a 1000 miles are through

I do it right way
 ‘Gonna never stop
I know they ever say
You’ll never be on the top

 [bad word] 
I’m a working man
 [bad word] with a boss every night and day
I’m a working man
 ‘Gonna see my dreams just passing away
I’m a working man
 [bad word] with a boss every single day
I’m a working man
 ‘Gonna see my dreams just passing 
Passing away

Six long months which I’ve been on the road
Living a life every worker knows
Tried to understand the better way for me
Every night I meet the guys at the bar
Having a few beers and my thoughts go far 
The one thing they can't stop me from is feeling free

I do it right way
 ‘Gonna never stop
I know they ever say
You’ll never be on the top