Tekst Utworu

I've been working as a temp At the local factory I hope they hire me on full time I've got shoes to buy and a mouth to feed I drive a buy here, pay here truck It ain't new, but it is to me And it ain't much, but it fires right up Gets me from A to B What puts the dirt underneath my nails? What keeps the calluses on my hands? Family man They're the world, my world revolves around My sacred piece of solid ground The flesh and bone That gives me strength to stand They are the fire in my drivin' on The drive behind my comin' home The livin', breathin', reason that I am A family man There's dirty shirts to wash Dishes in the sink to do And there's how many times Does 17 go in the 52? There's bedtime prayers to pray Sleep tight and I love you's And then, there's a pair of eyes I get to lose myself into What keeps me keepin' the faith? What makes me believe I can? Family man They're the world my world revolves around My sacred piece of solid ground The flesh and bone That gives me strength to stand They are the fire in my drivin' on The drive behind my comin' home The livin', breathin', reason that I am A family man They're the fire in my drivin' on The drive behind my comin' home The livin', breathin', reason that I am A family man A family man Mmm-
Writer(s): Jon Henderson, Craig Campbell, Joel Shewmake Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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