The words
Morning comes before I'm readyHouse still dark, mind already heavyCaffeine's fast, but hits too slowTie my boots like I already know
Bills sit quiet on the tableI don't read 'em, but I feel 'emTake one breath before I goCarry more than I ever show
I don't talk about the pressureI just move through it
Sometimes it's heavenSometimes it's hellSome days I'm steadySome days I'm holdin' my breath
I keep on movin'Even when I'm tiredTry to stand straightWhile the ground moves under fire
I'm a workin' manYeah, I'm a workin' man
Phone lights up in the quiet hoursSame old numbers, different powerEvery answer has a costEvery win feels almost lost
Kids asleep, the hallway glowsI stop right there, don't let 'em knowIf I'm strong or if I'm thinIf I'm barely holdin' it in
I don't show itBut it's there
Sometimes it's heavenSometimes it's hellSome nights I'm sureSome nights I can't tell
I keep on movin'Even when it burnsTry to stay uprightWhile the whole world turns
I'm a workin' manYeah, I'm a workin' man
I don't need praiseI don't need proofJust need to knowI'm still tellin' the truth
If I bend lowIf I don't winLet it be knownI showed up again
Sometimes it's heavenSometimes it's hellSometimes I'm fineSometimes I'm not doin' well
Still I'm movin'Still I standTryin' to live rightAs a workin' manYeah I'm a workin' manYeah I'm a workin' man
Morning comes, lace 'em tightSame old road, different lightIf they ask who I amTell 'em thisI'm a workin' man
The story behind it
This song came from a rough day. Man have I had a few of those, as I'm sure we all have.
Waking up before the sun is a daily norm. I'll tell you now it has NOTHING to do with the hustle culture that social media puts out. It's an annoying but necessary habit. Sitting in the front room. Lacing up shoes (Jordans usually, but boots just felt better in the song, right?). Drinking caffeine (what's your go to? Reign is my current obsession). Getting to work. Doing it again tomorrow.
It is not overtly spiritual. It is honest about what I feel like day in and day out.
Some days feel steady. Some feel heavy. Sometimes you win. Sometimes you just survive. Either way, you show up.
This song is about identity. About knowing that effort matters. About refusing to let failure define the end of the story.
I wrote it thinking about people who grind quietly. Painters. Truck drivers. Oil field workers. Anyone who puts their head down and keeps going. The energy of the song is somber, and almost R&B in nature, but I embedded that country sound because country has a traditional nature to it.
This is who I am. I work. I stay. I keep moving.
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