JOBS, JOBS, JOBS

I sing the lives of working men

And working women too
A song of celebration for
The many things they do

The steel, the saw

The plow, the plane
The pencil and the chalk
The resolute commuter
And the lucky few who walk
 

The drill, the wrench

The brush, the broom
The ruler and the rake
The fairly few who conjure
And the many hands that make

The brew, the bread

The rock, the brick
The mortar and the mix

The powerful who fashion

And the delicate who fix

The shovel and the hammer
The keyboard and the mouse
And even those who labor
In the Senate and the House

I sing them all

A chorus hall
In harmony and unity
May God grant each

And every one

A little opportunity