Humble Operations

There’s laundry spinning in machines

And hammers breaking heavy things

Lunches packed in paper bags

And dirty tables washed with rags

Midnight shifters stocking shelves

Pouring asphalt hot as hell

That morning paper’s at your door

Before your feet can hit the floor

Now we all wake up to different situations

With different collars for our occupations

But ever since the world’s been in rotation

It’s been run by humble operations

My daddy was a working man

Kept his family fed with callused hands

He wasn’t too proud to sweat or bleed

And he made damn sure that i could see

So put your shovel in the dirt, sweat on your shirt

Up before the sun, man, just to get it done

Hard working ladies feeding little babies

Working for the man, doing all they can

Put in overtime for a nickel and a dime

If your back is sore keep your head held high

You don’t give up, you don’t give in

And you built the world we’re living in

So give it up