Workingman's Blues #2

There's an evenin' haze settlin' over the town
 Starlight by the edge of the creek
 The buyin' power of the proletariat's gone down
 Money's gettin' shallow and weak
 Where the place I love best is a sweet memory
 It's a new path that we trod
 They say low wages are reality
 If we want to compete abroad
 My cruel weapons have been put on the shelf
 Come sit down on my knees
 You are dearer to me than myself
 As you yourself can see
 While I'm listenin' to the steel rails hum
 Got both eyes tight shut
 Just sitting here tryin' to keep the hunger from
 Creeping its way into my gut
 Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind
 Bring me my boots and shoes
 You can hang back or fight your best on the front line
 Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues
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 Well, I'm sailin' on back, ready for the long haul
 Tossed by the winds and the seas
 I'll drag 'em all down to hell and I'll stand 'em at the wall
 I'll sell 'em to their enemies
 I'm tryin' to feed my soul with thought
 Gonna sleep off the rest of the day
 Sometimes no one wants what we've got
 Sometimes you can't give it away
 Now the place is ringed with countless foes
 Some of them may be deaf and dumb
 No man, no woman knows
 The hour that sorrow will come
 In the dark I hear the night birds call
 I can hear a lover's breath
 I sleep in the kitchen with my feet in the hall
 Sleep is like a temporary death
 Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind
 Bring me my boots and shoes
 You can hang back or fight your best on the front line
 Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues
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 Well, they burned my barn and they stole my horse
 I can't save a dime
 I got to be careful, I don't want to be forced
 Into a life of continual crime
 I can see for myself that the sun is sinking
 How I wish you were here to see
 Tell me now, am I wrong in thinking
 That you have forgotten me?
 Now they worry and they hurry and they fuss and they fret
 They waste your nights and days
 Them I will forget
 But you I'll remember always
 Old memories of you to me have clung
 You've wounded me with words
 Gonna have to straighten out your tongue
 It's all true, everything you have heard
 Meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind
 Bring me my boots and shoes
 You can hang back or fight your best on the front line
 Sing a little bit of these workingman blues
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 In you, my friend, I find no blame
 Wanna look in my eyes, please do
 No one can ever claim
 That I took up arms against you
 All across the peaceful sacred fields
 They will lay you low
 They'll break your horns and slash you with steel
 I say it so it must be so
 Now I'm down on my luck and I'm black and blue
 Gonna give you another chance
 I'm all alone, I'm expecting you
 To lead me off in a cheerful dance
 I got a brand new suit and a brand new wife
 I can live on rice and beans
 Some people never worked a day in their life
 Don't know what work even means
 Well, meet me at the bottom, don't lag behind
 Bring me my boots and shoes
 You can hang back or fight your best on the front line
 Sing a little bit of these workingman's blues