Working Man

Lyrics

On the broadway for the dawn Waiting for the man to come And like cattle one by one He took his pick of the young and strong Well I had no better plan When I was a working man I swung the hammer every day Choking dust all came my way And the time crawled by so slow Till they told me I could go So tired that I could hardly stand When I was a working man Just a part of their machine Like so many before me I said farewell and left my home To try and make it on my own I was a stranger in that land When I was a working man I needed money in my hand When I was a working man