I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay  Looked like a mountain to a boy my age  And I've seen my daddy in that hot southern sun  Move those mountains one by one    And I've seen that same man come home from the mill  Pull forty hours for a hundred-dollar bill  I've watched him struggle and I've watched him age  Raising a family on a working man's wage    I grew up on a working man's wage  Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made  For the little he earned there was so much he gave  And I hope I am worthy of a working man's wage    I pick this guitar six nights a week  Daddy can't believe they're paying me  It would be so easy to let it go to my head  But there's just one thing that I can't forget    I grew up on a working man's wage  Blood, sweat and tears on every dollar he made  For the little he earned there was so much he gave  And I hope I am worthy, I hope I am worthy  Of a working man's wage    I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay  Looked like a mountain to a boy my age