Working Man Never Rest

Arrive in his life with nothing


Leave here with the same


All those days in the middle


Spent seeking goods to gain





A dog chases his tail


A clock runs round it's face


A providing man has to perpetuate


Got to run the human race



Its a never ending turn row


A constant hoe in his hand


Always seeds to cultivate 

When you exist on sharecroppers land





With the sunrise on the delta


With a heartbeat in his chest


With the rhythm of the locust


Working man never rests





Crawl and walk many a hot mile


To the eventual gallows pole


When he's too tired to turn more ground


He'll sit down and grow old





The acorns dropped from his tree


Forest don't need him around


Night come when the strong wind blows


Drop him to the hallowed ground


Its a never ending turn row


A constant hoe in his hand


Always seeds to cultivate 

When you exist on sharecroppers land





With the sunrise on the delta


With a heartbeat in his chest


With the rhythm of the locust


Working man never rests


Arrive in Life with Nothing 

Leave here with the Same