Whiskey Falls - Working Man lyrics

I drive a beat up truck with the tires pumped up I've got my hands around a motor all day I've got my name on my shirt A little grease, a little dirt But it's okay she likes it that way Yeah, oh, whoa, I'm a working man I work on pistons and rings, carburetors and sing a little Walk This Way, on the radio I like my beer in a can, football and chewing Red Man A little sweat on my brow and I'm right at home And, oh, whoa, I'm a working man But you know when we're all alone These hands of stone turn soft and slow And though I look rough outside she knows What's inside of this heart of mine And oh that's working man Each day I work like a dog, I like to cruise on my hog I gotta a tattoo that says, life ain't easy And on the weekends at dawn I get up mow the lawn Fix the dryer and the faucet that's leaking And, oh, whoa, I'm a working man But you know when we're all alone These hands of stone turn soft and slow And though I look rough outside she knows What's inside of this heart of mine And oh that's working man And though the days are long I got to carry on Got a lot of mouths to feed and at the end of the day It's worth the price I pay just to hear my baby say She loves me