Working Man's Song

Tryin’ to make a livin’ Isn’t supposed to feel like dyin’ I punch the clock Wanna punch a ticket to New York And punch the boss But they don’t pay enough for me to cover that cost So I punch the sheetrock instead Cover my debts, keep the family fed They been promisin’ me Another dollar and three But that talk is just cheap As these boots I’m wearin’ And that’s been wearin’ on more than my soul And all that I know is Tryin’ to make a livin’ Isn’t supposed to feel like dyin’ Lookin’ for my golden ticket Can’t find no silver linin’