Verse 1
From the garden of eden right on up to today
By the sweat of his brow is how a mans supposed to earn his pay
But the VIP's and the rich folks of this land
Think manual labor ain't nothing but a Mexican
Who swam the Rio Grande
Manual Labor that old back breaker him
Sure knows how to make a fool out of folks like me
It throws your muscle in hustle and it numbs your brain
Then it hauls you off down the tracks like a run away train
Oh manual labor you, you old back breaker you
I must have mistaken you, for a true blue friend you've never been
My youth and my good time spent, don't know where my money went
I like how the government, got more than their share oh well who cares
I'm a gettin' on a holy road, send a dollar to a TV show
God knows how the money goes, when your saving a soul, big save-on soul
Chorus repeat and fade