WORKING MAN BLUES

WORKING MAN BLUES

Written by: Jeff R Hilton

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AWOKE IN EARLY MORNING

THE CHILL OF OCTOBER IN MY BONES

HEADED DOWNSTAIRS TO THE COFFEE POT

FILLED MY CUP, HMM, NICE AND HOT 
THATS THE ONLY THING THAT GETS ME GOING
HELPS ME START MY DAY
CHASING THE DOLLAR, SAME THING EVERYDAY
WORKING, FOR SOMEONE ELSE

C H O R U S

THOUGHT BY NOW, I COULD STAY IN BED
STAY UP LATE AND WORK MY CRAFT
NOBODY TELLING ME WHAT TO DO
NO MORE STEEL TOES,  NO MORE WORKING MAN BLUES
THIRTY FIVE YEARS OF WORKING HARD
FORTY YEARS OF PUNCHING CARDS
I'M STARTING TO FEEL LIKE I'VE HAD MY FILL
OF CHASING DOWN THAT DOLLAR BILL
IT'S AMAZING, I'M STILL SOMEWHAT SANE

NOW I HAVE TO GET MYSELF GOING
BUT ALL THE TRAFFIC IS SLOWING
TRY TO,  KEEP DOWN MY STRESS
BUT WHICHEVER WAY I TAKE IT'S A MESS
ONE OUT OF EVERY TWENTY PEOPLE
 BEHIND THE WHEEL CAN'T DRIVE
AND FOUR OF THEM, WILL NEVER STAY ALIVE
RUSH HOUR TRAFFICS ALWAYS HELL
I'M LUCKY TO MAKE THAT SIX O'CLOCK DINNER BELL

I'M ALMOST AT THE END OF MY ROPE
BUT SOMEHOW I THINK THAT THERE'S STILL HOPE  
HOPE ITS MORE THAN JUST MY STRATEGY TO COPE
I'M TRYING MY BEST, BUT I'M GETTING TIRED
ALWAYS OVER AND ABOVE WHATS REQUIRED
I NEVER EXPECTED THE LIFE I'VE HAD
I KEEP ON SMILING, TRY NOT TO BE SAD

REPEAT CHORUS 
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DO HAVE A GOOD DAY AND A HAUNTING HALLOWEEN
 
S H A R E

F O L L O W
 
JOIN 

All material written and supplied by: Jeffrey Robert Hilton unless otherwise stated