I dedicate this song to the workin' man, for ever' man that puts in   Eight or ten hard hours a day of work and toil and sweat   Always got somebody lookin' down his neck   Tryin' to get more out of I'm than he really ought to have to put in      After twenty-nine long years of workin'   In this shop with Oney standin' over me   Today when that old whistle blows   I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire      The superintendent just dropped by and said   They'd planned my little get together   Then he said I'd never made it   If old Oney hadn't held me to the fire      I've seen him in my dreams at night   And woke up in the mornin' feelin' tired   And old Oney don't remember, when I came here   How he tried to get me fired      With his folded hands behind him   Every mornin' Oney waited at the gate   Where he'd rant and rave like I committed murder   Clockin' in five minutes late      But today they'll gather 'round me   Like I've seen 'em do when any man retires   Then old Oney's gonna tell me   From now on I'm free to do what I desire      He'll present me with that little old gold watch   They give a man at times like this   But there's one thing he's not countin' on   Today's the day I give old Oney his      I've been workin', buildin' muscles   Oney's just been standin' 'round a gettin' soft   And today about four-thirty   I'll make up for every good night's sleep I've lost      When I'm gone I'll be remembered   As the workin' man that put his point across   With a right hand full of knuckles   'Cause today I show old Oney, who's the boss?      Hmm, what time is it?   Four-thirty   Hey, Oney, Oney