Working Mans Dollar

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Verse: 1 
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Well, I'm just a Workin' Man's Dollar 
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In the pocket of his old blue jeans 
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I ain't like my Wall Street brother 
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He's in a bank so shiny and clean 
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Well, I'm faded and I'm wrinkled 
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Tattered and stained with sweat 


Bridge: 1 
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But I'm the 1st one called when Uncle Sam Needs a hand with the 
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National Debt      

   
Verse: 2 
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I've been wages for the farm hand 
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For drivin' an old John Deere 
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I've been laid on a bar in a tavern 
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To buy a workin' man an ice-cold beer 
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I've been tipped to a truck-stop waitress 
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Taped where I was torn 
    

Bridge 2 
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And in the hand of a child I was laid on a plate 
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In a church on Sunday morn     
  
 
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They say I'm the root of all evil 
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I bring lust, power and greed 
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But this Workin' Man's Dollar only buys the things 
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A workin' man really needs 


Verse: 3 
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Well, they say I'm worth about fifty-cents 
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In this modern inflated age 
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But don't tell that to the young man slavin' 
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To make it on a minimum wage 
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Or that single workin' mother 
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She's been scapin' to make ends meet 


Bridge 3 
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To make a house a home 
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Keep food on the table 
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And shoes on her baby's feet 
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Well, I know my days are numbered 
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I'm gettin' threadbare and wearin' thin 
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And they'll replace me with another 
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But I'd do it all again 
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Cuz I've seen this great big country 
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Passed from hand to callused hand 
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And I've got to say that I'm mighty proud 
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That I belong to a workin' man 


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They say I'm the root of all evil 
        D 
I bring lust, power and greed 
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But this Workin' Man's Dollar only buys the things 
                                
A workin' man really needs      


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