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Working Man's Dollar
Lyricist:Chris Lee Le Doux
Well, I'm just a Workin' Man's Dollar In the pocket of his old blue jeans I ain't like my Wall Street brother He's in a bank so shiny and clean Well, I'm faded and I'm wrinkled Tattered and stained with sweat
But I'm the first one called When Uncle Sam needs a hand With the National Debt I've been wages for the farm hand For drivin' an old John Deere
I've been laid on a bar in a tavern To buy a workin' man an ice-cold beer I've 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
They say I'm the root of all evil I bring lust, power and greed But this Workin' Man's Dollar Only buys the things A workin' man really needs
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Well, they say I'm worth about fifty-cents In this modern inflated age But don't tell that to the young man slavin' To make it on a minimum wage Or that single workin' mother She's been scapin' to make ends meet
To make a house a home Keep food on the table And shoes on her baby's feet Well, I know my days are numbered I'm gettin' threadbare and wearin' thin And they'll replace me with another
But I'd do it all again â€~Cuz I've seen this great big country Passed from hand to callused hand And I've got to say that I'm mighty proud That I belong to a workin' man
They say I'm the root of all evil I bring lust, power and greed But this Workin' Man's Dollar Only buys the things A workin' man really needs
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