up every morning with the sun
i work all day ’til the evening comes
busters and corns all in my hands
lord have mercy on a working man
i guess i’m gonna die just like i live in poverty
my pay goes down and my tax goes up
i drink my tea from a broken cup
between my woman and uncle sam
i can’t figure out just what i am
i guess i’m gonna die just like i live in poverty
oh lord it’s so hard
Artist: Bobby Bland
Year: 1966
Decade: 60s
Language: en
Word Count: 45