Lord Have Mercy On The Working Man — текст песни (Travis Tritt)

(Kostas)

All around I hear the sound of money
But I ain`t got a nickel to my name
And everywhere I look I see temptation
She stands on every corner and calls my name

Won`t you tell me if you can
Cause life`s so hard to understand
Why`s the rich man busy dancing
While the poor man pays the band
Oh they`re billing me for killing me
Lord have mercy on the working man

Uncle Sam`s got his hands in my pockets
And he helps himself each time he needs a dime
Them politicians treat me like a mushroom
Cause they feed me bull and keep me in the blind

Repeat Chorus

Hey St. Peter look down for a minute
And see this little man about to drown
There`s quicksand all around and man I`m in it
Please help me up Lord cause I`m going down

Won`t you tell me if you can
Cause life`s so hard to understand
Why`s the rich man busy dancing
While the poor man pays the band
Oh they`re billing me for killing me
Lord have mercy on the working man

Won`t you tell me if you can
Cause life`s so hard to understand
Why`s the fat man busy dancing
While the thin man pays the band
Oh they`re billing me for killing me
Lord have mercy on the working man

Please Lord have mercy on the working man
Please Lord have mercy on the working man