6 a.m., and I'm up again
Got my mind on a good weekend
It ain't here today, so off I go
Got more bills than my cheque will pay
A hundred short, and it's due today
That Hollywood, TV man
He says he understands
Don't tell me that you understand
What it's like and who I am
If you ain't spent your day
Workin' hard for half your pay
Don't tell me 'bout the workin' class
'Til you're the one that busts your ass
When all you got is your pride and your two hands
You can't tell me 'bout the life of a workin' man
Looks like the tags are out on this ol', beat-up truck
It's low on gas, that's just my luck
Seems like when it rains, it always pours
You won't hear me cry and moan
'Bout the hand I'm dealt, the cards I hold
That politician, D.C. man
He says he understands
Don't tell me that you understand
What it's like and who I am
If you ain't spent your day
Workin' hard for half your pay
Don't tell me 'bout the workin' class
'Til you're the one that busts your ass
When all you got is your pride and your two hands
You can't tell me 'bout the life of a workin' man
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I love this place called USA, and I work hard for what I have
So don't tell me that you understand
What it's like and who I am
If you ain't spent your day
Workin' hard for half your pay
Don't tell me 'bout the workin' class
'Til you're the one that busts your ass
When all you got is your pride and your two hands
You can't tell me 'bout the life of a workin' man
When all you got is your pride and your two hands
You can't tell me 'bout the life of a workin' man