When I get home from work I'll call up all my friends And we'll go bust up something beautiful We'll have to build again When I get home from work I'll wrestle off my clothes And leave 'em right inside the front door Nobody's home to know You see the hammer finds the nail And a freight train needs the rails I guess I'm doin' what I'm on this earth to do I don't think on why I'm here or where it hurts I'm just lucky to have the work Sunday morning, I'm too tired to go to church But I thank God for the work I thank God for the work When I get my reward, my work will all be done And I will sit back in my chair beside the father and the son No more holes to fill and no more rocks to break And no more loading boxes on the trucks for someone else's sake You see the hammer needs the nail And the poor man's up for sale I guess I'm doin' what I'm on this earth to do I don't think on why I'm here or where it hurts I'm just lucky to have the work Every night I dream I'm drowning in the dirt But I thank God for the work And the day will come, I'll find a reason Somebody proud to love a man like me My back is numb, my hands are freezing What I'm working for is something more than free I don't think on why I'm here or where it hurts I'm just lucky to have the work Sunday morning, I'm too tired to go to church But I thank God for the work I thank God for the work