HONEST WORKING WAY – Jez Lowe (Lowe Life Music)
And when it’s time for leaving, how my heart is sore from grieving,
To leave the shores of home, to leave a friendly face or two,
Though it’s much against my liking, to America I’m striking,
The lass’s heart is breaking, but what can a poor man do?
CHORUS
So here’s a drink to oil the wheels of industry,
And here’s a drink to all the things they’ve done to me,
And to the day when every man can say
The honest working way is back again.
I spent last night my arms around the one my heart belongs to,
All night, my arms around the one I love so dear,
It grieves my heart to leave her, but what hope is there to give her,
There’s no more for the future than there is to keep me here,
So fare thee well to places where my youthful days I’ve spent,
I reckon I will never see a better, brighter day,
But I’ll make no more emotion, as I’m off across the ocean,
Where I’ve a kind of notion when I work I’ll get good pay.