You got a grip on the American Dream    Your hands are empty but that's not what you see    Your pockets are empty and the landlords here    You spent your money on piss warm beer   To be someone and make the rules   To hold the cards and throw down your tools    To wash your hands clean and tuck in your shirt    It's the American Dream it shouldn't have to hurt    You got a job and that's what pays your way    Got a family that's what makes you stay    The mouths are fed, the roof don't leak    You pat them on the head and kiss them on the cheek    But you forgot their faces and the place you got    Spend time thinking about what you haven't got    Slaving every day but your hearts somewhere else    Trying to figure out where you lost yourself       You never thought the dream would be so hard   Thought you'd have the house with the pool in the yard   The boss would give you just what you earned   You'd count the blessings and the pay you earned   But you punch in at 7 and out at 5   The boss doesn't even know that you're alive   You do your work and make your way home   But just look around you're not so alone      Can't you see you're just a working man    You'll never have more than you hold in your hand    Yo.u work all your life for someone else    You only have your family and yourself   The working man, he's the only one    With a legacy of pride in the work he's done    Sweat and tears for the family that he loves    His pride and his family will always be enough    Cant you see that I'm a working man    And we're all just working men    Raise your glass to the working man alright