Lyrics
Verse 1
I seen your picture on his porchYour hand on a red dirt sleeveHe come home with dust on his cuffsAnd you look like you can breatheI hate that it got under my skinHow he carries himself like thatLike a hammer in a front-seat cupLike a promise in a baseball cap
Pre‑Chorus
And I know, I knowIt ain't my placeBut I want that calmOn your tired-out faceI want that kindOf Monday-to-SundaySomething solidThat don't run away
Chorus
Give me a working manGive me a working manGrease on his hands, and a steady planGive me a working manI got this jealous fireBurning through my ribsI want what you gotAnd I hate that I do
Verse 2
You laugh like you been held all nightBy somebody built on timeBy somebody who don't need muchTo make a hard day feel fineMeanwhile I'm all wanting and teethWith my heart in a twist and a spinJealous of the way he stands beside youLike he knows where the trouble ends
Pre‑Chorus
And I know, I knowThat green-eyed acheMakes a foolOf the best I makeBut I want that peaceIn a cheap white truckA man who comes backWhen the sun goes up
Chorus
Give me a working manGive me a working manGrease on his hands, and a steady planGive me a working manI got this jealous fireBurning through my ribsI want what you gotAnd I hate that I do
Bridge
Maybe I don't want the diamondsMaybe I want the dustThe lunch pail, the long shiftThe kind of love you trustA porch light waitingA shirt hung up to drySomebody built for stayingWhen the hard times come alive
Chorus
Give me a working manGive me a working manGrease on his hands, and a steady planGive me a working manI got this jealous fireBurning through my ribsI want what you gotAnd I hate that I do