They look at these old coveralls like a man should be ashamed
Like the dirt beneath my fingers ought to lower down my name
But I fed four hungry children and I never had to lurk
No, I held my head up high - it was honest work
Forty years of early mornings, forty years of aching bone
Built the roads they drive their fine cars on, laid the brick of every home
The rich man's got his money, but he never knew the worth
Of looking at a thing you made and calling it honest work
You can keep your easy dollar
You can keep your clean white shirt
I sleep good every single night
'Cause mine was honest work
A man ain't what he's given, he's the thing he leaves behind
And I left a life I'm proud of - never robbed, and never lied
You can keep your easy dollar
You can keep your clean white shirt
I sleep good every single night
'Cause mine was honest work
Oh, it was honest work
Lord, it was honest work
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