D
I need a whole new set of problems
         G
Said the preacher to the thief
          D
I've seen nothing here but miracles
         E          A     
And it's shaking my belief
       D
And if everything's a miracle
    G
The saints are just a mob
        D                                 A                D
And the man who works the wonders is just trying to do his job


[Chorus 1]

            G              
Hail to the working man, my son
         D
Up there trying to get it done
     A                           D                D7                  
When every horse needs water and every weed needs sun
           G
Hail to the working man, my friend
         D
He won't clock out til the end
     D               A                G         D
When every saint and sinner's race is run


[Verse 2]

   D
My grandpa was a preacher
    G
The Pentecostal kind
         D                                E                       A
And they take the lord so seriously you'd think they'd lost their minds
     D
They pray out loud, speak in tongues
    G
And some might take up snakes
       D
But my grandpa was a working man
       A            D
And he never took a break


[Chorus 2]

            G
Hail to the working man like pop
      D
Never saw him drink a drop
   A                             D               D7   
He knew what I was up to, but he didn't call the cops
           G
Hail to the working man on high
        D
Give us plenty fish to fry
         D                   A              G        D
He might judge you but he'll never make you stop


[Solo]
(play verse chords)
  
 D      G     D    E   A    D     G     D      A   D     


[Verse 3]

          D
Well I've stood on every corner
         G
Said the thief for his reply
         D     
And I've never seen a miracle
    E              A
Not one I've recognized
    D
But way up in the northland
          G
Where the weather goes berserk
        D
And the sun stays up til midnight, boy
        A              D
There's plenty time to work


[Chorus 1]

            G
Hail to the working man, my son
         D
Up there trying to get it done
     A                           D                D7     
When every horse needs water and every weed needs sun
           G
Hail to the working man, my friend
         D
He won't clock out till the end
     D               A            G        D
When every saint and sinners race is run
     D               A            G        D
When every saint and sinners race is run