working man's dollar

--- 🎵 “Workin’ Man’s Dollar” -- --- Verse 1: Sun ain’t up but I’m on that road, Backpack, lunch pail, heavy load. Ain’t no rest for a man like me, Livin’ life workin’ ‘til I’m free. Calloused hands and a heart made tough, We ain’t rich but we got enough. Raise that hammer, hear it holler— Built this world with a workin’ man’s dollar! --- Chorus: Workin’ man’s dollar — hold it tight! Earn it in the heat or the cold midnight. Banjo pickin’ like a buzzsaw blade, Livin’ every day by the sweat I’ve made. Workin’ man’s dollar — stand up proud! Let’s hear it for the workin’ crowd! --- --- Verse 2: Boss man shoutin’, “Boy, speed up!” But his feet ain’t touched no work boots up. That’s alright, I won’t complain— I was raised in the grit and rain. Friday night, when the day is done, We hit that festival, havin’ fun. Music loud, whole crowd holler— Dancin’ proud on a workin’ man’s dollar! --- Chorus (bigger, louder): Workin’ man’s dollar — raise it high! Earn it swingin’ low ‘neath an open sky. Banjo screamin’, fiddle on fire, Hard-work rhythm is what we admire. Workin’ man’s dollar — shout it loud! This song’s for the workin’ crowd! --- 🎤 Shouted: “God bless the workin’ ma ---