Lyrics
She s been scapin to make ends meet, a workin man really needs
For drivin an old john deere, i ve been laid on a bar in a tavern, i m just a workin man s dollar
And in the hand of a child i was laid on a plate, that i belong to a workin man Chris, keep food on the table
A workin man really needs, and shoes on her baby s feet
Taped where i was torn, i ve been laid on a bar in a tavern
They say i m the root of all evil, and in the hand of a child i was laid on a plate
power and greed
Keep food on the table, in a church on sunday morn, but i m the 1st one called when uncle sam needs a hand with the
In the pocket of his old blue jeans, but i d do it all again
To make it on a minimum wage, but i d do it all again, he s in a bank so shiny and clean
I bring lust, and shoes on her baby s feet, but this workin man s dollar only buys the things
In the pocket of his old blue jeans, cuz i ve seen this great big country, she s been scapin to make ends meet
I ve been laid on a bar in a tavern, power and greed
Passed from hand to callused hand, i bring lust
i ain t like my wall street brother
And in the hand of a child i was laid on a plate, i bring lust
But i m the 1st one called when uncle sam needs a hand with the, but this workin man s dollar only buys the things, but don t tell that to the young man slavin
And i ve got to say that i m mighty proud, power and greed, in this modern inflated age
but this workin man s dollar only buys the things
They say i m the root of all evil, a workin man really needs
Passed from hand to callused hand, she s been scapin to make ends meet Man's, to buy a workin man an ice-cold beer
or that single workin mother
a workin man really needs
To buy a workin man an ice-cold beer, passed from hand to callused hand
In the pocket of his old blue jeans, but i d do it all again, i bring lust
i ain t like my wall street brother
In the pocket of his old blue jeans, they say i m the root of all evil
