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Verse 1:
A G D G A
Well, I'm just a Workin' Man's Dollar In the pocket of his old blue jeans
A G D G A
I ain't like my Wall Street brother He's in a bank so shiny and clean
A G D G A
Well, I'm faded and I'm wrinkled Tattered and stained with sweat
A G D A
But I'm the 1st one called when Uncle Sam Needs a hand with the National Debt
A G D G A
I've been wages for the farm hand For drivin' an old John Deere
G D G A
I've been laid on a bar in a tavern To buy a workin' man an ice-cold beer
G D A
I've been tipped to a truck-stop waitress Taped where I was torn
G D A
And in the hand of a child I was laid on a plate In a church on Sunday morn
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D A
They say I'm the root of all evil I bring lust, power and greed
G D A
But this Workin' Man's Dollar only buys the things A workin' man really needs
Verso 2:
A G D G A
Well, they say I'm worth about fifty-cents In this modern inflated age
A G D G A
But don't tell that to the young man slavin' To make it on a minimum wage
A G D G A
Or that single workin' mother She's been scapin' to make ends meet
G D A
To make a house a home Keep food on the table And shoes on her baby's feet
A G D G A
Well, I know my days are numbered I'm gettin' threadbare and wearin' thin
A G D A
And they'll replace me with another But I'd do it all again
A G
Cuz I've seen this great big country
D A
Passed from hand to callused hand
A G
And I've got to say that I'm mighty proud
D G A
That I belong to a workin' man
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