Song Lyrics

Working Man's Bread

album: A Few Miles Back, Volume 1 (2001), track 4 of 13
author: Chuck Pyle
publisher: Bee 'n' Flower Music BMI

Well my back is aching
Quittin' time's here
Let's fall by the bar
For a quittin'-time beer
We started for home
But we come here instead
To savor a bottle
Of the working man's bread

Well we're blue-collar musicians
In a blue-collar band
The blue-collar workers
They all understand
The good times and laughter
Might help you forget,
But the pain in your shoulders
Will need working man's bread
 CHORUS
   Working man's bread
   Working man's bread
   Something to comfort
   A weary man's head
So we pity the t-totaler
'Cause he don't realize
What it is in a man
That a beer satisfies
Whiskey might return
Your spirit from the dead
But you dance out your demons
On working man's bread
 CHORUS
The memories are running
Like rivers of time
Running like thieves
From the scene of a crime
If those memories they be running
Too clear through your head
Buddy-up the bottom
Of working man's bread
 CHORUS
Working man's bread
Working man's bread