He slips on his worn out jeans,
She buttons up his shirt.
A sleepy smile and a goodbye kiss,
He’s up and off to work.
He puts in a forty hour week,
But she’s on his mind full-time.
And he’ll give it everything he’s got,
Cause he’s all her’s at five.
Cause he’s a…
Workin’ Man.
He don’t mind workin’ overtime.
For the trust and the touch of a woman
Come rain or shine.
He’s got workin’ hands.
And puts his heart in everything he does,
Cause he’s a workin’ man,
Workin’ on a thing called love.
Things get fun when he gets home,
She kinda likes it when he’s around.
She’s got a honey-do list with a lipstick kiss,
Says meet me when the sun goes down.
Cause he’s a…
Workin’ Man.
He don’t mind workin’ overtime.
For the trust and the touch of a woman
Come rain or shine.
He’s got workin’ hands.
And puts his heart in everything he does,
Cause he’s a workin’ man,
Workin’ on a thing called love.
She could’ve had anyone she wanted,
But she’s never wanted more
Than a man who was willin’ to die,
For the woman he’s living for.
Yeah, he’s a workin’ man.
He don’t mind workin’ overtime.
For the trust and the touch of a woman
Come rain or shine.
He’s got workin’ hands.
And puts his heart in everything he does,
Cause he’s a workin’ man,
Workin’ on a thing called love.
Workin on a thing called love.
Workin on a thing called love.