the Working Man


There ain’t no peace

For the workin man

Works all day

Cause He’s hungry for money

each hour goes by six bucks at a time,

The best time is night time,

He owns his own soul.

 

There ain’t no peace for the workin man,

The government taxes him all they can

He wakes up each morning while the street lights are on.

there ain’t no peace,

For the workin man.

And He saves for the night time,

To buy things for his honey.

The best time is night time,

He owns his own Soul.

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