Текст песни Trace Adkins - Working Man`s Wage
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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 oneAnd 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