Working Man Is Dollar

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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

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