Workin' Man's Dollar - Chris LeDoux

    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


    Marco Giunco
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