Текст песни TRACE ADKINS - Working Man's Wage
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Текст песни TRACE ADKINS - Working Man's Wage
(Wynn Varble/Leslie Satcher)I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hayLooked like a mountain to a boy my ageAnd I've seen my daddy in that hot southern sunMove those mountains one by one( )And I've seen that same man come home from the millPull forty hours for a hundred-dollar billI've watched him struggle and I've watched him ageRaising a family on a working man's wageI grew up on a working man's wageBlood, sweat and tears on every dollar he madeFor the little he earned there was so much he gaveAnd I hope I am worthy of a working man's wageI pick this guitar six nights a weekDaddy can't believe they're paying meIt would be so easy to let it go to my headBut there's just one thing that I can't forgetI grew up on a working man's wageBlood, sweat and tears on every dollar he madeFor the little he earned there was so much he gaveAnd I hope I am worthy, I hope I am worthyOf a working man's wageI've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hayLooked like a mountain to a boy my age