Chris Ledoux - Workin Mans Dollar текст песни

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 1st one called when uncle sam needs a hand with the

National debt

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

Chorus:

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

Verse:

Well, they say Im worth about fifty-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

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

Cuz 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 a workin man

Repeat chorus