verse 1 

         D 
I need a whole new set of problems 
         G 
Said the preacher to the thief 
          D 
I've seen nothing here but miracles 
         E          A      
And it's shaking my belief 
       D 
And if everything's a miracle 
    G 
The saints are just a mob 
        D                                 A                D 
And the man who works the wonders is just trying to do his job 




[Refrão]
            G               
Hail to the working man, my son 
         D 
Up there trying to get it done 
     A                           D                A                   
When every horse needs water and every weed needs sun 
D           G 
Hail to the working man, my friend 
         D 
He won't clock out til the end 
     D               A                G         D 
When every saint and sinner's race is run 


verse 2 

   D 
My grandpa was a preacher 
    G 
The Pentecostal kind 
         D                                E                       A 
And they take the lord so seriously you'd think they'd lost their minds 
     D 
They pray out loud, speak in tongues 
    G 
And some might take up snakes 
       D 
But my grandpa was a working man 
       A            D 
And he never took a break 



[Refrão]
            G 
Hail to the working man like pop 
      D 
Never saw him drink a drop 
   A                             D               A    
He knew what I was up to, but he didn't call the cops 
D           G 
Hail to the working man on high 
        D 
Give us plenty fish to fry 
         D                   A              G        D 
He might judge you but he'll never make you stop 


Solo 
(play verse chords) 
   
 D      G     D    E   A    D     G     D      A   D      


verse 3 

          D 
Well I've stood on every corner 
         G 
Said the thief for his reply 
         D      
And I've never seen a miracle 
    E              A 
Not one I've recognized 
    D 
But way up in the northland 
          G 
Where the weather goes berserk 
        D 
And the sun stays up til midnight, boy 
        A              D 
There's plenty time to work 
 


[Refrão]
            G 
Hail to the working man, my son 
         D 
Up there trying to get it done 
     A                           D                A      
When every horse needs water and every weed needs sun 
D           G 
Hail to the working man, my friend 
         D 
He won't clock out till the end 
     D               A            G        D 
When every saint and sinners race is run 
     D               A            G        D 
When every saint and sinners race is run