[Verse 1] Well the peasants complain ‘bout the price of gas, While the suits in town fillin’ up their glass. They’re toastin’ to stocks while the barn burns down, Ain’t heard a damn thing from the edge of town. [Chorus] The peasants complain and the rich say they have it made, One’s workin’ the dirt, the other’s countin’ what they’ve laid. I don’t fit with either, I’m just ridin’ in the shade, Watchin’ both sides fight over who got played. Yeah , the peasants complain and the rich say they have it made [Verse 2] The preacher says “patience,” the banker says “loan,” The farmer says “hell, I can’t make it on my own.” The devil’s been smilin’ at the courthouse steps, While the good Lord’s tired of cleanin’ up the mess. [Chorus] The peasants complain and the rich say they have it made, One’s drinkin’ cheap beer, one’s sippin’ fine champagne. But they’re both slaves to a game they didn’t create, And I’m just here singin’ truth they love to hate. Yeah, the peasants complain and the rich say they have it made [Bridge] Well I ain’t got silver, I ain’t got gold, Just a beat-up heart and a soul that won’t fold. You can buy your power, I’ll keep my pain, That’s worth more than your private plane. [Chorus] The peasants complain and the rich say they have it made, Both chasin’ peace in a war that never fades. I’ll tip my hat, take my whiskey straight, And leave this world just the same way I came. Yeah, the peasants complain and the rich say they have it made [Outro] Yeah, the peasants complain and the rich say they have it made… But I’ve seen ‘em both kneel when the good Lord takes.
