Workin' Man's Dollar Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

Well, I'm just a workin' man's dollar 

In the pocket of his old blue jeans 

I ain't like my Wall Street brother 

He's in a bank so shiny and clean 

Well, I'm faded and I'm wrinkled 

Tattered and stained with sweat 

But I'm the first one called when Uncle Sam 

Needs a hand with the national debt 

I've been wages for the farm hand 

For drivin' an old John Deere 

I've been laid on a bar in a tavern 

To buy a workin' man an ice-cold beer 

I've been tipped to a truck-stop waitress 

Taped where I was torn 

And in the hand of a child I was laid on a plate 

In a church on Sunday morn 

Well, they say I'm the root of all evil 

I bring lust, power and greed 

But this workin' man's dollar only buys the things 

A workin' man really needs 

Well, they say I'm worth about fifty-cents 

In this modern inflated age 

But don't tell that to the young man slavin' 

To make it on a minimum wage 

Or that single workin' mother 

She's been scrapin' to make ends meet 

To make a house a home, keep food on the table 

And shoes on her baby's feet 

Well, I know my days are numbered 

I'm gettin' threadbare and wearin' thin 

And they'll replace me with another 

But I'd do it all again 

'Cause I've seen this great big country 

Passed from hand to callused hand 

And I've got to say that I'm mighty proud 

That I belong to the workin' man 

Well, they say I'm the root of all evil 

I bring lust, power and greed 

But this workin' man's dollar only buys the things 

A workin' man really needs