verse 1
D
I need a whole new set of problems
G
Said the preacher to the thief
D
I've seen nothing here but miracles
E A
And it's shaking my belief
D
And if everything's a miracle
G
The saints are just a mob
D A D
And the man who works the wonders is just trying to do his job
G
Hail to the working man, my son
D
Up there trying to get it done
A D A
When every horse needs water and every weed needs sun
D G
Hail to the working man, my friend
D
He won't clock out til the end
D A G D
When every saint and sinner's race is run
verse 2
D
My grandpa was a preacher
G
The Pentecostal kind
D E A
And they take the lord so seriously you'd think they'd lost their minds
D
They pray out loud, speak in tongues
G
And some might take up snakes
D
But my grandpa was a working man
A D
And he never took a break
G
Hail to the working man like pop
D
Never saw him drink a drop
A D A
He knew what I was up to, but he didn't call the cops
D G
Hail to the working man on high
D
Give us plenty fish to fry
D A G D
He might judge you but he'll never make you stop
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verse 3
D
Well I've stood on every corner
G
Said the thief for his reply
D
And I've never seen a miracle
E A
Not one I've recognized
D
But way up in the northland
G
Where the weather goes berserk
D
And the sun stays up til midnight, boy
A D
There's plenty time to work
G
Hail to the working man, my son
D
Up there trying to get it done
A D A
When every horse needs water and every weed needs sun
D G
Hail to the working man, my friend
D
He won't clock out till the end
D A G D
When every saint and sinners race is run
D A G D
When every saint and sinners race is run