When I get home from work
I'll call up all my friends
And we'll go bust up something beautiful
We'll have to build again
When I get home from work
I'll wrestle off my clothes
And leave 'em right inside the front door
Nobody's home to know
You see the hammer finds the nail
And a freight train needs the rails
I guess I'm doin' what I'm on this earth to do

I don't think on why I'm here or where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
Sunday morning, I'm too tired to go to church
But I thank God for the work
I thank God for the work

When I get my reward, my work will all be done
And I will sit back in my chair beside the father and the son
No more holes to fill and no more rocks to break
And no more loading boxes on the trucks for someone else's sake
You see the hammer needs the nail
And the poor man's up for sale

I guess I'm doin' what I'm on this earth to do
I don't think on why I'm here or where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
Every night I dream I'm drowning in the dirt
But I thank God for the work
And the day will come, I'll find a reason
Somebody proud to love a man like me
My back is numb, my hands are freezing
What I'm working for is something more than free

I don't think on why I'm here or where it hurts
I'm just lucky to have the work
Sunday morning, I'm too tired to go to church
But I thank God for the work
I thank God for the work