I dedicate this song to the workin' man. For ev'ry man that puts in
Eight or ten hard hours a day of workin' toil and sweat.
He's always got somebody lookin' down his neck
Tryin' to get more out of him than he really oughta have to put in.
After tw enty-nine long years of workin' in this shop
With Oney standin' over me
To-day when that old whistle blows
I'll check in all my gear and I'll r etire.
The superintendent just dropped by and said they had planned
My little get-to-get her.
Then he said I'd never made it if old Oney hadn't held me to the fire.
I've s een him in my dreams at night
And woke up in the mornin' feelin' ti red.
And old Oney don't remember when I came here
How he tried to get me fired.
With his folded hands behind him
Ev'ry mornin' Oney waited at the gate
Where he'd rant and rave like I committed murder
Clockin' in five minutes late.
But today they'll gather 'round me
Like I've seen 'em do when a man re-t ires.
Then old Oney 's gonna tell me from now on
I'm free to do what I de sire.
He'll present me with that little old gold watch
They give a man at times lik e this.
But there's one thing he's not countin' on:
Today's the day I give old Oney his.
I been wo rkin' buildin' muscles;
Oney's just been standin' 'round a gettin' soft.
And to-day about 4:30 I'll make up
For ev'ry good night sleep I've lost.
When I'm gone I'll be remembered as
A workin' man that put his point a -cross.
With a rig ht hand full of knuckles
'Cause today I show old Oney who's the bos s.
M m what time is it? 4:30?
Hey Oney? Oney? Ha ha ha...
