Chris Ledoux - Workin' Man's Dollar Lyrics
Well, Im just a workin mans dollarIn the pocket of his old blue jeansI aint like my wall street brotherHes in a bank so shiny and cleanWell, Im faded and Im wrinkledTattered and stained with sweatBut Im the 1st one called when uncle sam needs a hand with theNational debtIve been wages for the farm handFor drivin an old john deereIve been laid on a bar in a tavernTo buy a workin man an ice-cold beerIve been tipped to a truck-stop waitressTaped where I was tornAnd in the hand of a child I was laid on a plateIn a church on sunday mornChorus:They say Im the root of all evilI bring lust, power and greedBut this workin mans dollar only buys the thingsA workin man really needsVerse:Well, they say Im worth about fifty-centsIn this modern inflated ageBut dont tell that to the young man slavinTo make it on a minimum wageOr that single workin motherShes been scapin to make ends meetTo make a house a homeKeep food on the tableAnd shoes on her babys feetWell, I know my days are numberedIm gettin threadbare and wearin thinAnd theyll replace me with anotherBut Id do it all againCuz Ive seen this great big countryPassed from hand to callused handAnd Ive got to say that Im mighty proudThat I belong to a workin manRepeat chorus
