Working man

With brand new heart strings that shine like gold

And a neck and back that's new and strong

That sweet simple freedom he called his friend

Fretted easily as he played life songs

So don't leave those gold strings and the free wind sound

In a case with those who never understand

And just clear your head boy and you turn yourself around

Without your guitar, you're just another working man

So tell me the stories that shape your ways

Sweet memories you hold so dear

And though it seemed simple you know it makes me mile

Just to understand the path that brought you here