Lyrics

"Working Man"
By Yves Stilmant © 2025
(Mid-tempo modern country rock ballad - Honest, Proud, and Built for the People)

Verse 1A
I've played behind the neon glow
On stages most folks wouldn't know
In smoky bars and late-night sets
Where the crowd remembers songs, but not who left the sweat
Verse 1B
Tracked solos folks still hum today
But my name don't ever make its way
I've been the fire behind the fame
The ghost that gave your heroes flame

Pre-Chorus
But I ain't in it for the gold
I play for hearts, and stories told

Chorus
I'm a working man with a six-string spine
Poured my life into every line
Played the notes, stayed in the back
While someone else took the glory track
Still raised my kids, still paid my dues
Still bled my soul into every groove
You've heard me loud, though you don't know my name--
That's the sound of a working man

Verse 2A
Studio walls and midnight takes
Tuning truths 'til something breaks
My hands been blistered, beat and worn
But they still chase that perfect form
Verse 2B
From buses rolling, towns gone by
To hotel beds where dreamers lie
I've loved this life, it gave me scars
But damn, I earned these rhythm bars

Pre-Chorus
And when that red light starts to glow
I give it everything I know

Chorus
I'm a working man, born to play
Chasin' hope and take-home pay
I've shaped the sound behind the scene
Built a life chasing bigger dreams
No limelight glare, no radio fame
But I kept the soul inside the flame
You felt my heart in every band--
That's the touch of a working man

Bridge (Instrumental Lead-In)
?? (Let the guitar rip -- soul, tone, and technique on full display)
(No lyrics here -- let the solo say everything that never got said)

Final Chorus
I'm a working man, and proud to be
One of the ones you'll never see
But if the world still feels a chord
It's 'cause someone like me struck it before
So here's to all who write the score
And still go home and mop the floor
We hold the line, guitar in hand--
Stand tall and true... we're the working man