Oney

I dedicate this song to the workin' man

For every man that puts in eight or ten hard hours a day

Of work and toil and sweat

Who's always got somebody lookin' down his neck

Tryin' to get more out of him

Than he really ought to have to put in

After twenty-nine long years of workin' in this shop

With Oney standin' over me

Today when that old whistle blows

I'll check in all my gear and I'll retire

The superintendent just dropped by

And said they'd planned my little get together

Then he said I'd never made it

If old Oney hadn't a-held me to the fire

I've seen him in my dreams at night

And woke up in the mornin' feelin' tired

And old Oney don't remember when I came here

How he tried to get me fired

With his folded hands behind him

Every mornin', Oney waited at the gate

Where he'd rant and rave like I'd committed murder

Clockin' in five minutes late

But today they'll gather 'round me

Like I've seen 'em do when any man retires

Then old Oney's gonna tell me

From now on I'm free to do what I desire

He'll present me with that little old gold watch

They give a man at times like this

But there's one thing he's not countin' on

Today's the day I give old Oney his

I've been workin', buildin' muscles

Oney's just been standin' 'round a-gettin' soft

And today about 4:30

I'll make up for every good night's sleep I've lost

When I'm gone I'll be remembered

As a workin' man that put his point across

With a right hand full of knuckles

'Cause today I show old Oney who's the boss

Mmm, what time is it?

4:30?

Hey, Oney

Oney