Lyrics

Working Hard

She used to watch, watch me gazin’ out of the window
When days were rolling, in a dream.
Will you wake up, head on down to the station?
Daddy’s comin’ home, he’ll give you, a ride.

Stepped onto the train, with a sack of six cold ones.
Nowhere to go, but somewhere on my mind.
Bronx was my home, a fine spot that summertime
The boys were working hard and the sinse they were packed just fine.

You know we’re all working hard
We’re all working hard.
We’re all working hard

Slipped in the bar, “Is it alright if I stay here?”
Those saw dust drinkers, they just laughed and one said.
“If you have to ask that question, maybe you oughta, turn around
I was thinking of something I forgot, I forgot her name.

You know we’re all working hard
We’re all working hard.
We’re all working hard
Just to make it one day.

You know we’re all working hard
We’re all working hard.
We’re all working hard
Just to make it one day.

You know we’re all working hard
We’re all working hard.
We’re all working hard
Just to make it one day.

You know we’re all working hard
We’re all working hard.
We’re all working hard
Just to make it one day.