Текст (слова) песни: Travis Tritt - Lord Have Mercy On The Working Man
(Kostas)
All around I hear the sound of money But I ain`t got a nickel to my name And everywhere I look I see temptation She stands on every corner and calls my name
Won`t you tell me if you can Cause life`s so hard to understand Why`s the rich man busy dancing While the poor man pays the band Oh they`re billing me for killing me Lord have mercy on the working man
Uncle Sam`s got his hands in my pockets And he helps himself each time he needs a dime Them politicians treat me like a mushroom Cause they feed me bull and keep me in the blind
Repeat Chorus
Hey St. Peter look down for a minute And see this little man about to drown There`s quicksand all around and man I`m in it Please help me up Lord cause I`m going down
Won`t you tell me if you can Cause life`s so hard to understand Why`s the rich man busy dancing While the poor man pays the band Oh they`re billing me for killing me Lord have mercy on the working man
Won`t you tell me if you can Cause life`s so hard to understand Why`s the fat man busy dancing While the thin man pays the band Oh they`re billing me for killing me Lord have mercy on the working man
Please Lord have mercy on the working man Please Lord have mercy on the working man
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