Текст песни Chris LeDoux - Workin' man's dollar

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 1st 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 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 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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