A man is like a rusty wheel
On a rusty cart
And he sings his song as he rattles along
And then he falls apart
And we'll sing hallelujah
At the turning of the year
And we work all day in the old-fashioned way
Till the shining star appears
A man is like a briar
He covers himself in thorns
And he laughs like a clown when his fortune's down
And his clothes are ragged and torn
And we'll sing hallelujah
At the turning of the year
And we work all day in the old-fashioned way
Till the shining star appears
A man is like a three-string fiddle
Hanging on the wall
And he sings when somebody scrapes on the bow
Or he can't sing at all
And we'll sing hallelujah
At the turning of the year
And we work all day in the old-fashioned way
Till the shining star appears
A man is like his father
He wishes he never was born
And he longs for the time when the clock will chime
And he's gone for evermore
And we'll sing hallelujah
At the turning of the year
And we work all day in the old-fashioned way
Till the shining star appears
And we'll sing hallelujah
At the turning of the year
And we work all day in the old-fashioned way
Till the shining star appears
And we work all day in the old-fashioned way
Till the shining star appears