Well, he works hard on the highway underneath the burnin sun
And his hands are hard and calloused from the work that he has done
He pulls a dragline 'cross the country on a flatbed trailer truck
He picks cotton down in Texas in the fields where he grew up
He doesn't have much education, but he takes that in stride
And he won't ask no-one for nothing, 'cause he's a man with a lot of pride
He's a working cla** hero, he's a man, he's America
He's a working cla** hero, He's a man, he's America
You can see him on the scaffold, hanging 20 stories high
He is the builder of the building that's growing in the sky
And his spirit's on the highway, where the sweat from his brow is shed
And in the coal mines in Virginia where he works until he's dead
He doesn't have much education, but he takes that in stride
And he won't ask no one for nothing, 'cause he's a man with a lot of pride
He's a working cla** hero, he's a man, he's America
He's a working cla** hero, he's a man, he's America
You can see him in the stock yards, in Chicago and St. Lou
And on the dock in San Francisco, and down in Houston too
He is a man most like a mountain, 'cause his shoulders are so strong
He demands respect and gets it, he won't let you do him wrong
He doesn't have much education, but he takes that in stride
He's a working cla** hero, he's a man, he's America
He's a working cla** hero, He's a man, he's America