He wakes up in the morning
Drinks his coffee black
Puts his blue jeans on
And his trucker cap
Races out the door
With one boot on his feet
Always clocking in early
Cause his babies got to eat

Same thing every Monday
Punches the clock at 5
Oh and then he's slaving
Working away his life
Momma girls at home
Raising up his kids
Yeah she waitresses on the weekends
To afford the bibs

They told him light duty
Cause he hurt his back
Not throwing a baseball
Or playing tag
But working for
That corporate man
The price a man has to pay just to breath on this land