The family man he works all day, and sleeps little at night
Thinking about his problems, seems nothing going right
With mom and the kids depending on him, and the world
So cold outside, all he has is his family's love that's a port
His strength and pride.

God bless the family man, please help the working man
The family man he carves this land with his back and callus
Hand.

He lies in bed with his eyes wide open, and thinks it's just not
Fear, he knows by now he can't get ahead or have a dollar to
Spear, with tears in his eyes to prude to cry his heart is broken
To, all he wants is the best for his kids and all their dreams
Come true.

God bless the family man, please help the working man
The family man he carves this land with his back and callus
Hand.

Now this struggle is over, the kids are up and gone, just the
Two are left together to share a lonely home, with spirits weak
And bodies strong but yet they can't go home, future plans must
Be forgotten his heart is almost gone.

He turns to the west as the sun is set, and looks into the sky
Now it becomes so easy to cry but so very hard to die.

God bless the family man, please help the working man
The family man he carves this land with his back and callus
Hand.