Travis Tritt - Lord Have Mercy On The Working Man Lyrics
(Kostas)All around I hear the sound of moneyBut I ain't got a nickel to my nameAnd everywhere I look I see temptationShe stands on every corner and calls my name.Won't you tell me if you can'Cause life's so hard to understandWhy's the rich man busy dancingWhile the poor man pays the bandOh, they're billing me for killing meLord, have mercy on the working man.Uncle Sam's got his hands in my pocketsAnd he helps himself each time he needs a dimeThem politicians treat me like a mushroom'Cause they feed me bull and keep me in the blind.Won't you tell me if you can'Cause life's so hard to understandWhy's the rich man busy dancingWhile the poor man pays the bandOh, they're billing me for killing meLord, have mercy on the working man.Hey, St. Peter, look down for a minuteAnd see this little man about to drownThere's quicksand all around and man I'm in itPlease help me up Lord, 'cause I'm going down.Won't you tell me if you can'Cause life's so hard to understandWhy's the rich man busy dancingWhile the poor man pays the bandOh, they're billing me for killing meLord, have mercy on the working man.Won't you tell me if you can'Cause life's so hard to understandWhy's the fat man busy dancingWhile the thin man pays the bandOh, they're billing me for killing meLord, have mercy on the working man.Please Lord, have mercy on the working man.Please Lord, have mercy on the working man...