Hard Hat and a Hammer

Lace-up boots and faded jeans A homemade sandwich, a half jug of tea Average Joe, average pay Same old end and same old day But there's nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer Kind of glue that sticks this world together Hands of steel and cradle of the Promised Land God bless the working man All week long making a living Life keeps takin', he keeps giving Behind the scene, below the grade Hardly noticed but part of everything But there's nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer Kind of glue that sticks this world together Hands of steel and cradle of the Promised Land God bless the working man He gives his life then fades away Another young man takes his place Average Joe, average pay Same old end, same old day But there's nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer Kind of glue that sticks this world together Hands of steel and cradle of the Promised Land No, there's nothing wrong with a hard hat and a hammer Kind of glue that sticks this world together Hands of steel and cradle of the Promised Land God bless the working man The working man Oh, the working man And woman