| I’ve been workin' at a sawmill earnin' every dime I make
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| Lookin' at my check stub cussin' what the tax man takes
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| My baby’s dependin' on me oh Lord to bring the bacon home
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| But it’s just salt pork we’re eating lower on the hog
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| But if I die in the mornin' they can’t say I didn’t pay my way
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| With honest sweat and elbow grease and doin' what the foremen say
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| But after we buy groceries, pay the rent and the telephone
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| I’m broke, it’s gone, what’s goin' on
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| There’s a lot less scrap to throw out to the dog
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| I’m makin' more now and eatin' lower on the hog
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| There’s people standin' with their hands out formin' a welfare line
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| Savin' their back while I’m out breakin' mine
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| I ain’t worried about the federal budget or the L.A. city smog
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| I’m workin' overtime and eatin' lower on the hog
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| But if I die in the mornin' they can’t say I didn’t pay my way
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| With honest sweat and elbow grease and doin' what the foremen say
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| But after we buy groceries, pay the rent and the telephone
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| I’m broke, it’s gone, what’s goin' on
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| There’s a lot less scrap to throw out to the dog
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| I’m makin' more now and eatin' lower on the hog
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| There’s a lot less scrap to throw out to the dog
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| I’m makin' more now and eatin' lower on the hog |