Look at the hand that made the steel  That raised the kids, that shouldered the wheel  And taught a man how not to feel | At six o’clock in the morning    Rising from their narrow bed  The poorly clothed and the barely fed  Know someone filled their dreams with lead  At six o’clock in the morning    Folks with their back to the wind  And their face to the wall  Know how to keep themselves warm  If they make themselves small    Powdered eggs and pinto beans  And welfare loaves of American cheese  Won’t lift the hungry from their knees  At six o’clock in the morning    Adam stood over Eden fair  While Eve slept he touched her soft hair  Waiting to catch the first train out of there  At six o’clock in the morning    Man knows toil and woman knows pain  As it’s always been it will always remain  We pull back the blanket and cover the stain  At six o’clock in the morning    Some men have a god  That keeps them from harm  Some men have a bottle  At the end of their arm    I have a child that calls me Dad  I long to give her what I never had  Like waking up and feeling glad  It's six o’clock in the morning    these lyrics are submitted by burkul