Key: A
Introduction: A G D A G D
A G
Well, I'm just a Workin' Man's Dollar
D
In the pocket of his old blue jeans
A G
I ain't like my Wall Street brother
D
He's in a bank so shiny and clean
A G
Well, I'm faded and I'm wrinkled
D
Tattered and stained with sweat
Bridge: 1
A G D
But I'm the 1st one called when Uncle Sam Needs a hand with the
A G D
National Debt
Verse: 2
A G
I've been wages for the farm hand
D
For drivin' an old John Deere
A G
I've been laid on a bar in a tavern
D
To buy a workin' man an ice-cold beer
A G
I've been tipped to a truck-stop waitress
D
Taped where I was torn
Bridge 2
A G
And in the hand of a child I was laid on a plate
D A
In a church on Sunday morn
G
They say I'm the root of all evil
D
I bring lust, power and greed
C G
But this Workin' Man's Dollar only buys the things
A G D A G D
A workin' man really needs
Verse: 3
A G
Well, they say I'm worth about fifty-cents
D
In this modern inflated age
A G
But don't tell that to the young man slavin'
D
To make it on a minimum wage
A G
Or that single workin' mother
D
She's been scapin' to make ends meet
Bridge 3
A
To make a house a home
G
Keep food on the table
D A G D
And shoes on her baby's feet
A G
Well, I know my days are numbered
D
I'm gettin' threadbare and wearin' thin
A G
And they'll replace me with another
D
But I'd do it all again
A G
Cuz I've seen this great big country
D
Passed from hand to callused hand
A G
And I've got to say that I'm mighty proud
D A
That I belong to a workin' man
G
They say I'm the root of all evil
D
I bring lust, power and greed
C G
But this Workin' Man's Dollar only buys the things
A workin' man really needs