Lyrics

My workingman's jeans make it plain to see
I wasn't blessed with the brains for a PhD
Ain't no doctor, lawyer but I'm getting along just fine
I got one strong back and two good hands
And I know how to make the most of my land
A hardcore farmer like my father, latest in a long, long line
Making money out of nothing but hayseed
Working with what God gave me

When I come home beat, dead on my feet
There's a sweet little angel waiting for me
A farmer's daughter, but if you saw her you'd swear she's a movie star
Now you might wonder how'd I get
A girl like that with a face like this
I wined her, dined her, took the time to learn how to make her purr
Yeah, I can make her feel like a lady
Working with what God gave

I live, I laugh
I make the most of what I have
Can't get caught up in all that I ain't got
I work, and I love
I have a life I'm proud of
And I'll ride this thing wherever it takes me
Working with what God gave me

I hit my knees every night, thank the lord for the blessings in life
I have faith amazing grace has saved has saved this sinner's soul
I can weather any storms that face me
Working with what God gave me

I live, I laugh
I make the most of what I have
Can't get caught up in all that I ain't got
I work, and I love
I have a life I'm proud of
And I'll ride this thing wherever it takes me
Working with what God gave me