6 O'clock In The Morning lyrics

Look at the hand that made the steelThat raised the kids, that shouldered the wheelAnd taught a man how not to feel | At six o'clock in the morningRising from their narrow bedThe poorly clothed and the barely fedKnow someone filled their dreams with leadAt six o'clock in the morningFolks with their back to the windAnd their face to the wallKnow how to keep themselves warmIf they make themselves smallPowdered eggs and pinto beansAnd welfare loaves of American cheeseWon't lift the hungry from their kneesAt six o'clock in the morningAdam stood over Eden fairWhile Eve slept he touched her soft hairWaiting to catch the first train out of thereAt six o'clock in the morningMan knows toil and woman knows painAs it's always been it will always remainWe pull back the blanket and cover the stainAt six o'clock in the morningSome men have a godThat keeps them from harmSome men have a bottleAt the end of their armI have a child that calls me DadI long to give her what I never hadLike wa
king up and feeling gladIt's six o'clock in the morning