Key: A
Introduction:
A G D G
A, if you listen to it a few times it's not too difficult to get.
G A
Well, I'm just a Workin' Man's Dollar In the pocket of his old blue
jeans
G A
I ain't like my Wall Street brother He's in a bank so shiny and
clean
G A
Well, I'm faded and I'm wrinkled Tattered and stained with
sweat
D A
But I'm the 1st one called when Uncle Sam Needs a hand with the
National Debt
G A
I've been wages for the farm hand For drivin' an old John
Deere
G A
I've been laid on a bar in a tavern To buy a workin' man an
ice-cold beer
D A
I've been tipped to a truck-stop waitress Taped where I
was torn
D A
And in the hand of a child I was laid on a plate In a church on Sunday
morn
D A
They say I'm the root of all evil I bring lust, power and
greed
D A
But this Workin' Man's Dollar only buys the things A workin' man really
needs
G A
Well, they say I'm worth about fifty-cents In this modern
inflated age
G A
But don't tell that to the young man slavin' To make it on a
minimum wage
G A
Or that single workin' mother She's been scapin' to make
ends meet
D A
To make a house a home Keep food on the table And shoes on her
baby's feet
G A
Well, I know my days are numbered I'm gettin' threadbare and
wearin' thin
D A
And they'll replace me with another But I'd do it all
again
A G
Cuz I've seen this great big country
D A
Passed from hand to callused hand
A G
And I've got to say that I'm mighty proud
D G A
That I belong to a workin' man
REPEAT CHORUS