Andrew Wiscombe - Workin' Man's Mile Lyrics

They tell me that this road reaches forever
And it stretches out beyond in midwest style
They say red carpets for the stars, but for most that looks like mars
I'm bound to walk the workin' man's mile

Oh I'm bound to walk the workin' man's mile
Oh I'm bound to walk the workin' man's mile
I'm slingin' prayers today, that this sunshine's here to stay
And I'm bound to walk a workin' man's mile

They tell me that my guitar is outdated
And she's hurtin' for a brand new set of strings
They say she's broken and she's battered, but that hasn't really mattered
She's bound to help the workin' man sing

Oh she's bound to help the workin' man sing
Oh she's bound to help the workin' man sing
She's slain' at high noon, hoping' that she stays in tune
And she's bound to help the workin' man sing

Summer sweat, liquid toil
Soakin' through that rocky soil
Calloused hands, throat is dry
Never time to question why

They tell me that this fire's good for soothin'
And its got some magic deep inside its coals
They say gather kin and friends, maybe even make amends
Its bound to heal the workin' man's soul

Oh its bound to heal the workin' man's soul
Oh its bound to heal the workin' man's soul
Its burnin' to the sky, captivatin' every eye
And its bound to heal the workin' man's soul