Chris Ledoux - Workin' Man Dollar Lyrics
Well I'm just a workin' man's dollarIn the pocket of his old blue jeansI ain't like my Wall Street brotherHe's in a bank so shiny and cleanWell, I'm faded and I'm wrinkledTattered and stained with sweatBut I'm the first one called when Uncle SamNeeds a hand with the national debtI've been wages for the farm handFor drivin' an old John DeereI've been laid on a bar in a tavernTo buy a workin' man an ice-cold beerI've been tipped to a truck-stop waitressTaped where I was tornAnd in the hand of a childI was laid on a plateIn a church on Sunday mornWell they say I'm the root of all evilI bring lust, power and greedBut this workin' man's dollar only buys the thingsA workin' man really needsWell, they say I'm worth about fifty-centsIn this modern inflated ageBut don't tell that to the young man slavin'To make it on a minimum wageOr that single workin' motherShe's been scapin' to make ends meetTo make a house a home keep food on the tableAnd shoes on her baby's feetWell, I know my days are numberedI'm gettin' threadbare and wearin' thinAnd they'll replace me with anotherBut I'd do it all againCuz I've seen this great big countryPassed from hand to callused handAnd I've got to say that I'm mighty proudThat I belong to a workin' manThey say I'm the root of all evilI bring lust, power and greedBut this workin' man's dollar only buys the thingsA workin' man really needs
