I dedicate this song to the workin' man. For ev'ry man that puts in Eight or ten hard hours a day of workin' toil and sweat. He's always got somebody lookin' down his neck Tryin' to get more out of him than he really oughta have to put in. After twenty-nine long years of workin' in this shop With Oney standin' over me To-day when that old whistle blows I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire. The superintendent just dropped by and said they had planned My little get-to-gether. Then he said I'd never made it if old Oney hadn't held me to the fire. I've seen him in my dreams at night And woke up in the mornin' feelin'      tired. And old Oney don't remember when I came here How he tried to get me    fired. With his folded hands behind him Ev'ry mornin' Oney waited at the gate Where he'd rant and rave like I committed murder Clockin' in five minutes    late.  But today    they'll gather 'round me Like I've seen 'em do when a man re-tires. Then old Oney's gonna tell me from now on I'm free to do what I desire. He'll present me with that little old gold watch They give a man at times like this. But there's one thing he's not countin' on: Today's the day I give old Oney his. I been workin' buildin' muscles; Oney's just been standin' 'round a gettin' soft. And to-day about 4:30 I'll make up For ev'ry good night sleep I've    lost. When I'm gone I'll be remembered as A workin' man that put his point a-cross. With a right hand full of knuckles 'Cause today I show old Oney who's the boss. Mm what time is it? 4:30? Hey Oney? Oney? Ha ha ha...