Lyrics

Working Class Blues
Written by Dennis Fallon
Copyright 2001.

I was stuck down in the city, nine to fivin for the man,
Spent my life bending over I got one hell of a tan
I asked boss man for my paycheck, all he gave me was a hand
And said, ?hurrah for the working man, now??

I went up to the boardroom and I looked them in the eye
Said, ?you chew us up and spit us out, the harder that we try?
They asked me what I?d like to eat and I said, ?corporate pie?
Their ain?t no truth but the truth in who is talking

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I got these working class blues
They taking all my money said I gotta pay my dues
But hell I pay my taxes and I watch the evening news
Somebody get me out of here now

Now mom and pop they had a store and had for thirty years,
Then came the machine that we call progress made our shoes and made our beers
But the bodies of the working man, they oil up the gears
Bartender, pour me another

We working and we slaving then we go and work some more
You know, we don?t like the rich, but we sure don?t want to be poor
If Jesus Christ is coming, he better get his punk ass through the door,
And tell him the IRS is looking for him?

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Bridge:
I pledge allegiance, to the flag, of the United States of America, and to the republic, for which it stands, one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice, for some of us

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