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
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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
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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
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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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CHORUS:
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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
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Verse:
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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
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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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REPEAT CHORUS
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Workin' Man's Dollar
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Chris LeDoux |