Laundry spinnin' in machines.
Hammers breaking heavy things.
Lunches packed in paper bags.
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.
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.
Daddy was a workin' man
kept his family fed with calloused hands.
He wasn't too proud to sweat or bleed.
And he made damn sure that I could see that
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.
So put your shovel in the dirt
sweat on your shirt
Up before the sun, man,
just to get it done.
Hard workin ladies, feeding little babies
Workin for a man with all they can
Put in overtime for a nickel and a dime
When 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.
And 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.
Ooh, yeah.
Ooh, yeah.
So give it up.
So give it up.
Give it up.
