A man is like a rusty wheel. On a rusty cart. 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 with thorns. 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 up on the wall.. He plays when somebody scrapes on the bow. Or he can't play 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. Wishes he never was born.. He longs for the time when the clock will chime. And he's dead 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