"Workin' Mans Dollar"
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"Transcribe" sanoma at onewest.net
(A)I'm just a workin' mans(G)Dollar,In the,
(D)pocket of these old blue genes.
(A)I ain't like my wall street(G)brother,in a
(D)bank all shiny and clean.
(A)I'm faded and i'm(G)wrinkled,
(D)tattered and stained with sweat.
But i'm the(A)first one called when(G)uncle sam
needs a(D)hand with the national(A)debt .
I've been wages for the farmhand
For drivin' an old john deer.
Been laid on a bar in a tavern,
To buy a workin' man an ice cold beer.
I been tipped to a truck stop waitress,
Taped where I was torn.
And in the hand of a child i was placed on a plate,
In church on a sunday morn.
(3)Well they(G)say i'm thr root of all evil,bring
(D)lust power and greed.but this
(F)workin' mans dollar only(G)buys the things,
A workin man really(A)needs.
(4)Well they say i'm worth abiut fifty cents ,
In this modern inflated age.
But dont tell that to the young man slavin'
To make it on a minium wage.
Or that single workin' mother
Shes been saving to make ends meet.
To make a hose a home ,food on the table
And shoes on her babys feet.
(5)Well i know my days are numbered,
I'm gettin' thread bare and wearin' thin.
And they'll replace me with another,
But i'd do it all again.
Cause i've seen this great big country,
P:assed from hand to calloused hand.
And i'm mighty glad and i'm proud to say,
I belong to the workin' man.