| Joe Workingman’s wife, that’s how I was defined
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| As if that was my life, my hope and my mind
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| But I worked in a bake-shop, did the house work at night
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| There was no time to stop for a young bird in flight
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| Well, in time there were babies, had to make us a home
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| Joe was working two jobs, I was always alone
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| I needed some time, and just a little control
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| Just to keep my right mind, just to try to stay whole
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| I wanted a partner, to be his friend, not just his wife
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| I’ll work hard for my children, but they’re my love, not my life!
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| Went to work in a factory, and it’s rough in this world
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| My kids are in high school, but the boss calls me «girl.»
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| But the woman beside me, as we sweat out the line
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| Says «Tomorrow is payday, and the next day is mine!»
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| It’s a race for the strong, 'cause it will grind up the meek
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| When your money runs short, 'bout the end of the week
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| And your car needs some tires, and your kids need some shoes
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| For a working class woman that’s an old kind of blues
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| This system buys hands, but you must not use your head
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| It’ll shake you and break you, 'till all your senses are dead!
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| But, I know there are answers. |
| Got to look to the source
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| I think me and this system got to get a divorce!
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| I can’t make enough money, I can’t find enough time
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| But I’m a hard working woman, and the future is mine
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| Well, there’s more where I come from, and we got anger to burn
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| And we’re talking and moving, we’re gonna study and learn
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| Build a unity trade on a straight arrow line
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| If today is the bosses' I know tomorrow is mine!
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| And I know it takes loving, and I know it takes time
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| But I’m a working class woman, and the future is mine
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| I’m a working class woman, and the future is mine! |