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
CHORUS:
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
Verse:
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
REPEAT CHORUS
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
CHORUS:
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
Verse:
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
REPEAT CHORUS