Working Man
The working man is up before the birds start singing
He hammers all day until his ears start ringing
Come the end of the month, he ain't got a dime
The county took a quarter and his bills are piled high
He says Lord it ain't supposed to be this way
The working man should have a little say
And God says
Son, I told you the ways of man
Are wicked and filthy in all the land
Keep your money, they'll have your hand
Give a dollar, they'll steal a grand
The working man is down before the job gets finished
His body hits the ground before his head stops spinning
The boys are fighting mad
No, they won't have this living
Can't afford to bury Dad and so they all start digging
They say Lord it ain't supposed to be this way
The working man should have a little say
And God says
Sons, I told you the ways of man
Are wicked and filthy in all the land
Keep your body, they'll have your soul
Give a diamond, they'll steal the coal
Stone cold to the bone
Down the chimney, through your coat
Stone cold and growing old
Follow where that old smoke blows
Sitting here you're good as dead
Through the snow you'd better tread
You say Lord it ain't supposed to be this way
And God says
Son, I told you the ways of man are wicked and filthy in all the land
Keep your body, they'll have your soul
Give a diamond, they'll steal the coal
Keep your money, they'll have your hand
Give a dollar, they'll steal a grand
Give a dollar, they'll steal a grand
He hammers all day until his ears start ringing
Come the end of the month, he ain't got a dime
The county took a quarter and his bills are piled high
He says Lord it ain't supposed to be this way
The working man should have a little say
And God says
Son, I told you the ways of man
Are wicked and filthy in all the land
Keep your money, they'll have your hand
Give a dollar, they'll steal a grand
The working man is down before the job gets finished
His body hits the ground before his head stops spinning
The boys are fighting mad
No, they won't have this living
Can't afford to bury Dad and so they all start digging
They say Lord it ain't supposed to be this way
The working man should have a little say
And God says
Sons, I told you the ways of man
Are wicked and filthy in all the land
Keep your body, they'll have your soul
Give a diamond, they'll steal the coal
Stone cold to the bone
Down the chimney, through your coat
Stone cold and growing old
Follow where that old smoke blows
Sitting here you're good as dead
Through the snow you'd better tread
You say Lord it ain't supposed to be this way
And God says
Son, I told you the ways of man are wicked and filthy in all the land
Keep your body, they'll have your soul
Give a diamond, they'll steal the coal
Keep your money, they'll have your hand
Give a dollar, they'll steal a grand
Give a dollar, they'll steal a grand
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Writer(s): Caleb Kuffner
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