Papa
They're waiting just outside my door
This is where I make make my stand
'Cause I can't stand it anymore

Papa
They have no heart and soul
But make no doubt about it
They're the ones that's in control
So prepare yourself for a war unlike you've ever seen
This is man against machine

(Work, Work, Work)

Day in day out
Bust your back and turn it out
Next morning and do it all again
Hard job or two
So your children won't have to
That's just the way its always been
But lately I swear the machines
Are living the American dream

Careful calculations
Details drawn down to design
Is it really for the better or a better bottom line
Don't know me from Adam
Man it's rotten to the core
Strongly get reminded man has kicked its ass before
John Henry's about to show on the scene
In this war of man against machine
Work
Work
Work
Work

Up early up hills
Spend your youth to pay the bills
Each generation makes a trade
Top floor brass tacks
Holds the hand that holds the ax
Acts like my dues have not been paid
But pay attention now when I say
Full automation isn't happening today

Careful calculations
Details drawn down to design
Is it really for the better or a better bottom line
You don't know me from Adam and it's rotten to the core
It's gonna get reminded man has kicked its ass before
John Henry's about to blow off some steam
In this war of man against the machine
Work
Work
Work
Work
Work
Work

Papa
The power's off, the machines are down
In this world of darkness
I can still hear a sound

Papa
That sound tears us apart
'Cause I'm a machine myself
But I am one with a working heart

Careful calculations
Details drawn down to design
Is it really for the better or a better bottom line
Don't know me from Adam
Man it's rotten to the core
It's gonna get reminded man has kicked its ass before
The gloves are off, no love lost between
In this war of man against the machine
Work
Work
Work
Work
Against the machine
Work
Work
Work
Work

Copyright: O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Writer(s): JENNY L YATES, LARRY B BASTIAN, TROYAL GARTH BROOKS