Lyrics:

(Wynn VarbleLeslie Satcher) 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