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Introduction

Merle Haggard didn’t just write “Workin’ Man Blues” in 1969 — he gave the American worker an anthem that felt like a handshake, a cold beer, and a nod of respect all at once. This song wasn’t written from the outside looking in. Merle had lived the life: odd jobs, long hours, and the never-ending grind that shaped his early years before music carried him forward. When he sang “I’ll be a workin’ man ’til my dyin’ day,” people believed him, because he wasn’t pretending.

What makes the song so enduring is the balance it strikes. It’s proud without being boastful, tough without being bitter. The narrator isn’t complaining — he’s declaring. He works hard, he drinks a little, and he finds his joy where he can. That straightforward honesty gave dignity to everyday life, and it turned a simple country shuffle into a blue-collar anthem that’s still sung in bars, on back porches, and at Friday night shows more than 50 years later.

Musically, “Workin’ Man Blues” is pure Bakersfield swagger. From the first lick of the guitar, you know it’s meant to move. The rhythm chugs along like machinery, steady and unstoppable, while Merle’s baritone sits right on top of it — relaxed but commanding. The blend of fiddle, steel, and sharp Telecaster riffs gave it that honky-tonk grit that was Merle’s signature, separating him from the more polished Nashville sound of the time.

The impact was immediate. The song shot to No. 1 on the country charts, but more importantly, it became a badge of honor. Fans who had never seen themselves reflected in songs about luxury or glamour suddenly had their own story on the radio. And for Merle, it solidified his role as the voice of the working class, a mantle he carried proudly for the rest of his career.

Decades later, “Workin’ Man Blues” still resonates. It’s been covered by countless artists, played in union halls and dance halls alike, and continues to remind us that hard work isn’t just toil — it’s identity, pride, and survival. Merle Haggard didn’t just sing for himself; he sang for every man and woman who put in a day’s work and went home tired but unbroken.

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Lyrics

It’s a big job gettin’ by with nine kids and a wife
Even I’ve been workin’ man, dang near all my life but I’ll keep workin’
As long as my two hands are fit to use
I’ll drink my beer in a tavern
And sing a little bit of these working man blues
But I keep my nose on the grindstone, I work hard every day
Get tired on the weekend, after I draw my pay
But I’ll go back workin’, come Monday morning I’m right back with the crew
I’ll drink a little beer that evening
Sing a little bit of these working man blues
Sometimes I think about leaving, do a little bummin’ around
Throw my bills out the window, catch me a train to another town
But I go back working, I gotta buy my kids a brand new pair of shoes
I’ll drink a little beer that evening
Cry a little bit of these working man blues, here comes workin’ man
Well, hey, hey, the working man, the working man like me
Never been on welfare, and that’s one place I will not be
Keep me working, you have long two hands are fit to use
My little beer in a tavern
Sing a little bit of these working man blues, this song for the workin’ man

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