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working man i am

does anyone have the lyrics to this one

Not sure if this is the one, but looks like it ...

Artist/Band: Dusty Drake
Lyrics for Song: I Am The Working Man
Lyrics for Album: Dusty Drake Other Songs
That's what I'm talkin' about.
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

I cut my teeth on an old lawn-mower,
Cleanin' out gutters, doin' other people's chores.
After school. weekends an' holidays.
Yeah, ever since then, all I've known,
Is my nose on fire from the grindstone,
A lifetime built on an hourly wage.
Muscled arms an' calloused hands:
I am the workin' man.

The sun comes up, the sun goes down,
Gotta keep this world turnin' 'round.
Blazin' hot, freezin' cold:
No matter what, it still goes on.
Pushin', pullin', pourin', mixin',
Somebody's gotta fix it:
I am the workin' man,
Yes, I am.

Now I've laid asphalt an' I've laid brick:
I've hung sheet, rock and shovelled sh**,
Eat my lunch down at the Kwickie-Mart.
Oh, I fill the potholes on easy-street,
So show some respect when you look at me.
I'm just out here tryin' to do my part.
An' I sleep good when the day comes to an end,
'Cause I am the workin' man.

The sun comes up, the sun goes down,
Gotta keep this world turnin' 'round.
Blazin' hot, freezin' cold:
No matter what, it still goes on.
Pushin', pullin', pourin', mixin',
Somebody's gotta fix it:
I am the workin' man.

I can swing a hammer, turn a wrench,
Build a tower, dig a ditch,
Drive a truck that shakes the earth,
Somebody's gotta do the dirty work.

The sun comes up, the sun goes down,
Gotta keep this world turnin' 'round.
Blazin' hot, freezin' cold:
No matter what, it still goes on.
Pushin', pullin', pourin', mixin',
Somebody's gotta fix it:
I am...
I am the workin' man.

Yes I am,
Oh. the workin' man.

"It's a working man I am" Is the name of the song about going down into the mines and not letting a new generations die of the coal dust.

Could it be this one? Written by Rita MacNeil.

Working Man

It’s a working man l am
And I’ve been down under ground
And I swear to God if l ever see the sun
Or for any length of time
I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down under ground

At the age of sixteen years
Oh he quarrels with his peers
Who vowed they’d never see another one
In the dark recess of the mines
Where you age before your time
And the coal dust lies heavy on your lungs

It’s a working man l am
And I’ve been down under ground
And I swear to God if l ever see the sun
Or for any length of time
I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down under ground

At the age of sixty-four
Oh he'll greet you at the door
And he'll gently lead you by the arm
Through the dark recess of the mines
Oh he'll take you back in time
And he'll tell you of the hardships that were had

It’s a working man l am
And I’ve been down under ground
And I swear to God if l ever see the sun
Or for any length of time
I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down under ground

It’s a working man l am
And I’ve been down under ground
And I swear to God if l ever see the sun
Or for any length of time
I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down under ground

God I never again will go down under ground