When that whistle blows, sweet relief to my ear
I drive back home to you
And I pray "lord, send me a sign."
"That you're coming soon, to ease my worried mind."
When my car door slams, you greet me on the porch
And bring me some soup from a can
Oh, I need my strength cause I'm going out again
It's hard out there for the hard-working man

The grind is hard, son, and I won't let you loose
Have to sacrifice time like me
But I'm working my hardest for you
Want you to stay in school and make your family proud
I will try, I will try, son, to make up for lost time
But bills must always be paid
But don't you worry none about lending a hand
Cause it's hard out there for the hard-working man

I'm a sinner, lord, beyond repair
And these hands are replacements for you
So I'm praying, "forgive me these crimes."
Cause you say that you'll provide and that vengeance is mine
But times are tough, the pay is not enough
And I'm walking that line of doubt
So it's time to draw that line deep in the sand
Cause it's hard out there for the hard-working man