Текст песни Working Man

With brand new heart strings that shine like gold And a neck and back that's new and strong That sweet simple freedom he called his friend Fretted easily as he played life songs So don't leave those gold strings and the free wind sound In a case with those who never understand And just clear your head boy and you turn yourself around Without your guitar, you're just another working man So tell me the stories that shape your ways Sweet memories you hold so dear And though it seemed simple you know it makes me mile Just to understand the path that brought you here