Working Man

The working man is up before the birds start singing He hammers all day until his ears start ringing Come the end of the month, he ain't got a dime The county took a quarter and his bills are piled high He says Lord it ain't supposed to be this way The working man should have a little say And God says Son, I told you the ways of man Are wicked and filthy in all the land Keep your money, they'll have your hand Give a dollar, they'll steal a grand The working man is down before the job gets finished His body hits the ground before his head stops spinning The boys are fighting mad No, they won't have this living Can't afford to bury Dad and so they all start digging They say Lord it ain't supposed to be this way The working man should have a little say And God says Sons, I told you the ways of man Are wicked and filthy in all the land Keep your body, they'll have your soul Give a diamond, they'll steal the coal Stone cold to the bone Down the chimney, through your coat Stone cold and growing old Follow where that old smoke blows Sitting here you're good as dead Through the snow you'd better tread You say Lord it ain't supposed to be this way And God says Son, I told you the ways of man are wicked and filthy in all the land Keep your body, they'll have your soul Give a diamond, they'll steal the coal Keep your money, they'll have your hand Give a dollar, they'll steal a grand Give a dollar, they'll steal a grand