G When I get home from work,
C I'll call
G up all my friends and we'll go bust up something beautiful we'll have to build again.
When I get home from work,
C G I'll wrestle off my clothes and leave them right inside the front door, cause nobody's home to know.
D You see a hammer finds a nail
Am and a freight train
G needs
D a rail, and I'm doing what I'm on
Am this earth to do.
Em I don't think
D I'm here
C where it hurts, I'm just lucky to
Em have the work.
D _ _
C _ _ _ .
Em Sunday morning
D I'm too tired to
C go to church, but I thank
Em God for the work.
D _ _
C _ _ _ _ .
G _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
I get my reward,
C my work will
G all be done and
Em I will sit back
C in my chair
G beside the Father and the Son.
No more holes to fill
C and no more
G rocks to
D break and no
Em more loading
C boxes on the
G trucks for someone else's sake.
D Cause a hammer needs a nail
C and the poor man's
G up for sale, I
D guess I'm doing what I'm on this
Am earth to do.
Em.
I don't think
D I'm here
C where it hurts, I'm just lucky to
Em have the work.
D _ _
C _ _ _ .
Em Every night
D I dream I'm drowning
C in the dirt, but I thank
Em God for the work.
D _ _
C _ _ And the
D day will come and I'll
C find a reason, _
D somebody proud to love a
C man like me.
My
D back is numb, my
C hands are freezing, _
D but I'm working for something
C more than me.
Em I don't think
D I'm here
C where it hurts, I'm just lucky to
Em have the work.
D _ _
C _ _ _ .
Em Sunday morning
D I'm too tired to
C go to church, but I thank
Em God for the work.
D _ _
C _ I thank
G God for the work.
_ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .