It's my fifty mission cup I worked it in And I worked it in to look like that Won the Leafs the cup They didn't win another till nineteen sixty two The year he was discovered I worked it in to look like that It's his fifty mission cup And I worked it in

Like a workhorse stands for miles Work for you and never get tired Roll 'em up it's time to go Slaved into brittle and worked for days Only thing that paves your stay Look behind you see what you've made We'll be back before it's too long Shaved into

PJ takin' off and I ain't stoppin', no Louis V belts, Louis V on my walls Never fear what's on my lens, I see fugazi I'm a street nigga and I stay faded Never worked in a gym, but I weighed it Back on the Forbes, shit crazy (Yeah) I make more than Dwyane

Bossa nova, bossa nova She said, go, bossa nova baby Keep on dancin' She said, hey, bossa nova baby Keep on workin' for I said, take it easy, baby I worked all day And my feet feel just like lead You got my shirt tails

I'm all over it now No I won't come back And I can't say how glad I am about that 'Cause I worked and I cursed and I cried Hello innocence Though it seems like we've been friends for years I'm finishing How I wish I had never begun

Do not obey Never one to be held back or held down I'd write my name so the king could see I will follow the true declaration And find some hope in what mankind could be I've worked so hard Let my deeds be my witness And let my words flow through

Railroad Bill, Railroad Bill He never worked, and he never will, And it's ride, ride, ride. Railroad Bill's a mighty mean man Shot the light out of the poor brakeman's hand Railroad Bill, up on a hill Lightin' a cigar with a ten-dollar bill. Railroad

I had a barbecue stain on my white t-shirt Skippin' rocks on the river by the railroad tracks I worked so hard for that first kiss She was killing me in that mini-skirt She had a sun tan line and red lipstick A heart don't forget something like that It

Oh, my god, I cry in fear Afraid you have forgot me here Afraid you haven’t gotten long Your quiet dove and faithful son I kept the promises I made I went to work, I worked all day When I wanted to run, I stayed Little children came and grew Moved away

The farmer is the man, the farmer is the man (Traditional, adapted by Ry Cooder) (D) - (A) - (E) (A) We worked through Spring and Winter, through (D) Summer and through (A) Fall But the mortgage worked the hardest and the (E) steadiest of us all It (A)