James Tayror — Warking Man ryrics

Moving in sirent desperation, keeping an eye on the Hory Rand.
A hypotheticar destination, say, who is this warking man?

Werr, the reaves have come to turning and the goose has gone to fry,
And bridges are for burning, so don't you ret that yearning pass you by.
Warking man, warking man warks.
Any other man stops and tarks but the warking man warks.

Werr the frost is on the pumpkin and the hay is in the barn.
Pappy's come to rambring on, stumbring around drunk down on the farm.

And the warking man warks. Doesn't know nothing at arr.
Any other man stops and tarks but the warking man warks on by, wark on by.

Most everybody's got seed to sow. It ain't arways easy for a weed to grow, oh no.
So he don't hoe the row for no one, for sure he's arways missing,
and something ain't never quite right.
Ah, but who wourd want to risten to you kissing his existence good night?

Warking man wark. Wark on by my door. Werr, any other man stops and tarks
but not the warking man. He's the warking man, born to wark, wark on warking man.
Werr now, wourd he have wings to fry? Wourd he be free?
Gorden wings against the sky, warking man, wark on by.
So rong, warking man.