I am the common man
I ain't too pretty and i work with my hands
At least i know who i am
I hit the road with my trade
Payoffs are wayoff til quota's made
We celebrate when i make the grade
When i get home i kiss my wife
Water my garden and look at my life
As i put my children to bed
With my love by my side
I sleep with a satisfied mind
I may be a cog in that wheel
That ain't the way my baby makes me feel
When i hold her at night i know what is real
B@sometimes i dream about my father's gentle graces
Sometimes i dream about my children's faces
Sometimes i wonder just why i'm here
When i pull in my driveway the answers clear
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