| For years I’ve been bustin' my rear
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| To make a livin' but it ain’t made
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| For years I’ve been tryin' to pay off my bills
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| But they ain’t paid.
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| I owe every dime I make, every sould I know
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| The higher up I reach the further down I go
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| And this old broken back of mine is all I’ve got to show, and anyway
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| A working man can’t get nowhere today.
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| Lord, a working man can’t get nowhere today
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| A working man ain’t got no time to play
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| Today I work my fanny off and leave it lay
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| A working man can’t get nowhere today.
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| I pay my income tax and the government gives back
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| What I got coming, Lord, but it ain’t much
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| I paid my child support 'cause I’m a law abiing sort
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| And easy touch, yet I starve myself to death.
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| Tryin' to keep my family fed, I keep my budget tight
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| Tryin' to keep myself ahead but I’d still be dee in debt
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| The day that I fall dead, that’s why I say
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| Lord, a working man can’t get nowhere today.
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| Well a working man can’t get nowhere today
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| A working man ain’t got no time to play
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| Tonight I work my fanny off and leave it lay
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| A working man can’t get nowhere today.
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| A working man can’t get nowhere today… |