something more than free

when i get home from work

i'll call up all my friends

and we'll go bust up something beautiful we'll have to build again

when i get home from work

i'll wrestle off my clothes

and leave them right inside the front door

'cause nobody's home to know

you see

a hammer finds a nail

and a freight train needs the rail

and i'm doin' what i'm on this earth to do

and i don't think on why i'm here or where it hurts

i'm just lucky to have the work

sunday morning i'm too tired to go to church

but i thank god for the work

when i get my reward

my work will all be done

and i will sit back in my chair beside the father and the son

no more holes to fill. and no more rocks to break

and no more loading boxes onto trucks for someone else's sake

'cause the hammer needs a nail

and the poor man's up for sale

guess i'm doin' what i'm on this earth to do

and i don't think on why i'm here or where it hurts

i'm just lucky to have the work

and every night i dream i'm drowning in the dirt

but i thank god for the work

and the day will come. when i'll find a reason

and somebody proud to love a man like me

my back is numb

my hands are freezing

what i'm working for is something more than free

and i don't think on why i'm here or where it hurts

i'm just lucky to have the work

sunday morning i'm too tired to go to church

but i thank god for the work