Trading a day for a dollar
Up at dawn and kissing my baby goodbye
Jus' trying to keep the bill collectors away from my side
Makes no difference if your rich or poor
Clock in and hit the ground running
Work all week just to make ends meat
Clock in late and the boss man won't give me a break
Work work work till I can't see
The boss man is striving to keep me down
Uncle Sam on Friday screws me again
We're all striving to reach better ground
There must be an easier way
cause I can't go on livin' life this way
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Author:
Jeffrey Roy (Pseudonym) (
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