| We’ve taken all you’ve given
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| But it’s gettin' hard to make a livin'
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| Mr. President have pity on the working man
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| We’re not asking you to love us
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| You may place yourself high above us
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| Mr. President have pity on the working man
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| I know it may sound funny
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| But people ev’ry where are runnin' out of money
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| We just can’t make it by ourself
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| It is cold and the wind is blowing
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| We need something to keep us gong
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| Mr. President have pity on the working man
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| Maybe you’ve cheated, maybe you’ve lied
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| Maybe you have lost your mind
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| Maybe you’re only thinking 'bout yourself
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| Too late to run, too late to cry now
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| The time has come for us to say goodbye now
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| Mr. President have pity on the working man
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| Mr. President have pity on the working man |