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The Working Man Blues

Updated on May 23, 2012


I’m a working man

I can’t complain

I go to work each day

To earn my pay

In order to live my life

In a certain way

Still I feel lonely

Still I feel down

There must be more to life

Then workin’ till

You’re in the ground

I’ve got the working man blues

Working man blues blues, blues

The clock crows

The wind blows

I drag myself to work

The time drags

The work lags

Won’t this day ever end

I’ve got the working man blues

I’m a working man

I can’t complain

I go to work each day

To earn my pay

In order to live my life

In a certain way

Still I feel empty
Still I feel lost
There must be more to life
Then each day
Of counting the cost

The clock crows

The wind blows

I drag myself to work

The time drags

My boss nags

The papers are piling up

I’ve got the working man blues
Working man blues, blues, blues
I've got the working man blues

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