I dedicate this song to the workin` man
For ever` man that puts in a hard
Eight or ten hours a day of work and toil and sweat
Always got somebody lookin` down his neck
Tryin` to get more out of `im
Than he really ought to have to put in.
After twenty-nine long years of workin`
In this shop with Oney standin` over me ...
Today when that old whistle blows
I`ll check in all my gear and I`ll retire ...
The superintendent just dropped by and said
They`d planned my little get together ...
Then he said I`d never a made it
If old Oney hadn`t held me to the fire.
I`ve seen him in my dreams at night
And woke up in the mornin` feelin` tired ...
And old Oney don`t remember, when I came here
How he tried to get me fired ...
With his folded hands behind him
Every 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 any man retires
Then old Oney`s gonna tell me
From now on I`m free to do what I desire ...
He`ll present me with that little old gold watch
They give a man at times like this ...
But there`s one thing he`s not countin` on
Today`s the day I give old Oney his.
I`ve been workin`, buildin` muscles
Oney`s just been standin` `round a gettin` soft
And today about four-thirty
I`ll make up for every good night`s sleep I`ve lost ...
When I`m gone I`ll be remembered
As the workin` man who put his point across
With a right hand full of knuckles
`Cause today I show old Oney who`s the boss.
Hmmmm! What time is it? Four thirty!
Hey, Oney!
Oney! Ha ha ha ha!