"Hard Worker (Part 1)" lyrics
Swept Away Original Broadway Cast, The Avett Brothers, John Gallagher Jr. & Wayne Duvall Lyrics
(from "Swept Away" soundtrack)
I'm a hard, hard worker every day
I'm a hard, hard worker, I'm workin' every day
I'm a hard, hard worker and I'm savin' all my pay
If I ever get some money put away
I'm going to take it all out to celebrate
I'm a hard, hard worker every day
Well, I woke up early this morn
Well, I woke up early
And I woke up early this morn, morn, morn
Yeah, I woke up early this morn
And I got up early to sing
And I got up early
And I got up early to sing
I got up early to sing
'Cause I'm a hard, hard worker, I'm workin' every day
I'm a hard, hard worker and I'm savin' all my pay
If I ever get some money put away
I'm going to take it all out to celebrate
I'm a hard, hard worker every day
New Bedford was past its day even then. 1888 this was. Twenty-two years earlier. And wasn't I the handsome young scapegrace? Eye to the main chance and always one to get by best on my wits and, you might say, occasional guile. Life's happenstance led me on a circuitous downward spiral to this place and these sad old ships. This was the end of the road for me: second mate on a triple-master heading out in search of the great Leviathans. Now, the whaling trade was dying then and we all knew it. Anyone who still hunted these waters was clinging to a fading dream. We have secured the boats, standing by for the harbor pilot
I don't know how they did it on your previous command, but when you are on my ship you address the Captain as "Sir" you say "Sir" you say it loudly and you say it every time. You hear me?
Sorry, sir
Are we ready to cast off?
Almost, sir
Almost?!
Yes, sir. We're still lacking one of our crew
Where the hell is he?
I'm a hard, hard worker, I'm workin' every day
I'm a hard, hard worker and I'm savin' all my pay
If I ever get some money put away
I'm going to take it all out to celebrate
I'm a hard, hard worker every day
Well, I woke up early this morn
Well, I woke up early
And I woke up early this morn, morn, morn
Yeah, I woke up early this morn
And I got up early to sing
And I got up early
And I got up early to sing
I got up early to sing
'Cause I'm a hard, hard worker, I'm workin' every day
I'm a hard, hard worker and I'm savin' all my pay
If I ever get some money put away
I'm going to take it all out to celebrate
I'm a hard, hard worker every day
New Bedford was past its day even then. 1888 this was. Twenty-two years earlier. And wasn't I the handsome young scapegrace? Eye to the main chance and always one to get by best on my wits and, you might say, occasional guile. Life's happenstance led me on a circuitous downward spiral to this place and these sad old ships. This was the end of the road for me: second mate on a triple-master heading out in search of the great Leviathans. Now, the whaling trade was dying then and we all knew it. Anyone who still hunted these waters was clinging to a fading dream. We have secured the boats, standing by for the harbor pilot
I don't know how they did it on your previous command, but when you are on my ship you address the Captain as "Sir" you say "Sir" you say it loudly and you say it every time. You hear me?
Sorry, sir
Are we ready to cast off?
Almost, sir
Almost?!
Yes, sir. We're still lacking one of our crew
Where the hell is he?
