There’s laundry spinning in machines And hammers breaking heavy things Lunches packed in paper bags And dirty tables washed with rags Midnight shifters stocking shelves Pouring asphalt hot as hell That morning paper’s at your door Before your feet can hit the floor Now we all wake up to different situations With different collars for our occupations But ever since the world’s been in rotation It’s been run by humble operations My daddy was a working man Kept his family fed with callused hands He wasn’t too proud to sweat or bleed And he made damn sure that i could see So put your shovel in the dirt, sweat on your shirt Up before the sun, man, just to get it done Hard working ladies feeding little babies Working for the man, doing all they can Put in overtime for a nickel and a dime If your back is sore keep your head held high You don’t give up, you don’t give in And you built the world we’re living in So give it up