Hard Workin Man lyrics

I'm a hard workin' man
I wear a steel hard hat
I can ride, rope, hammer and paint
Do things with my hands that most men can't
I can't get ahead no matter how hard I try
I'm gettin' really good at barely gettin' by

Got everything I own
By the sweat of my brow
From my four-wheel drive to my cowboy boots
I owe it all to my blue collar roots

Hello Miss Heartbroke
Sit your sweet self down
It's good to see your dancin' feet back out on the town
Rumor has it you've had trouble with your man
I've had trouble of my own, I think I understand

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We'll put out your old flame
We'll build a bigger fire
I'll pick up where he let you down and take you so much higher
And if his memory comes around
And you think you still care

Up in the city it's crazy and concrete cold
Living life at the speed of light leaves dark in your soul
When every minute's got a heart attack in it
It's time to leave it alone
So I don't think we're gonna beat this postcard home

We're down to the worm in the bottle
The chips and the salsa are gone
Now we know why J.T. sang "Oh Mexico"
We're two days south of the border

Well I'm flyin' high and feelin' low
Drinkin' hard and dancin' slow
I'm gonna shine my buckle to George Jones
Heartaches are hot on my heels, bartender the race is on

She's gone for good and I'm goin' to town
I'm gonna live it up, ya livin' her down
Jos eacute; pick me up and get me on my feet
So I can scoot a boot to that two-four jukebox beat

I'm heartbroke out of my mind

She looked so good movin' ¡®cross the dance floor
Better than the day she left me
Arm in arm with somebody new
Holdin' hands and laughin' like we used to
I got my best smile on, but it's no disguise
It don't hide the pain in these eyes

I did her so wrong, for so long
Turned my back on her love, now she's long gone
I did my part, to break her heart

She's got a T-Top Camaro with a scoop on the hood
And two big speakers blasting Johnny B. Goode
Looking so sweet it oughta be a crime
She plays with my heart and messes with my mind
Acts like Madonna but she listens to Merle
Rock my world little Country girl

She wears snakeskin boots made by Calvin Klein
And cheap sunglasses from the five and dime

Lipstick letters across the mirror this morning
Said, "Goodbye, baby." You left with no warning
Like a thief in the night, you ran away with my heart
I can't believe my eyes, must be a bad dream
You always said we had a good thing
You never once let on we were falling apart

That ain't no way to go. Girl, it just ain't right
Don't you think that I deserve to hear you say goodbye

Well I'll bet by the time I get to Tulsa
She'll be pullin' on them tight blue jeans
She'll go down to Cowboy's, buy herself a cold one
And on a Friday night in Dallas, she's a cowboy's dream
Something tells me she'll sit out the first one
Then they'll play George Strait and she'll be gone
Cause heaven knows that girl was born to two-step
And Texas women don't stay lonely long

Times are hard and the money's tight
Day to day we fight that fight
Nothing new, it's the same old grind
Uphill all the way

Boss man says forget the raise
Preacher says to keep the faith
Good things come to those who wait
Tomorrow's another day

Our time is coming
When or where the good Lord only knows
Our time is coming
When this road we're on will turn to a street of gold

Seems like every time I call you
I'm standing in the pouring rain
I had another falling out with love
I'm back out on the streets again
I could us a cup of coffee
But I guess I better pass this time
But you could do an old friend a favor
While I'm still on the line

I know you said it's over
But this old heart's still burning with desire
So tell me one more time