- Chris LeDoux Workin Mans Dollar 歌詞
- Chris LeDoux
- Well, Im just a workin mans dollar
In the pocket of his old blue jeans
I aint like my wall street brother
Hes in a bank so shiny and clean
Well, Im faded and Im wrinkled
Tattered and stained with sweat
But Im the first one called
When uncle Sam needs a hand with the national debt
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Ive been wages for the farm hand
For drivin an old John Deere
Ive been laid on a bar in a tavern
To buy a workin man an ice-cold beer
Ive been tipped to a truck-stop waitress
Taped where I was torn
And in the hand of a child I was laid on a plate
In a church on Sunday morn
Well, they say Im the root of all evil
I bring lust, power, and greed
But this workin mans dollar only buys the things
A workin man really needs
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Well, they say Im worth about 50 cents
In this modern inflated age
But dont tell that to the young man slavin
To make it on a minimum wage
Or that single workin mother
Shes been scapin to make ends meet
To make a house a home, keep food on the table
And shoes on her babys feet
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Well, I know my days are numbered
Im gettin threadbare and wearin thin
And theyll replace me with another
But Id do it all again
Cause Ive seen this great big country
Passed from hand to callused hand
And Ive got to say that Im mighty proud
That I belong to the workin man
Well, they say Im the root of all evil
I bring lust, power, and greed
But this workin mans dollar only buys the things
A workin man really needs
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