Blue Collar Blues

                  I'm up at light and work till night
                  I slave in that blue collar rut.
                  I'm a cog in the wheel, around I reel.
                  And I do all of this for what?

                  I'm soaking wet with the blood I've sweat
                  after finishing my job each day.
                  I'm always broke, life's one big joke.
                  I don't laugh when I look at my pay.

                  My boss is real kind and you know that's real fine.
                  but kindness won't pay for my rent.
                  I'm just as poor as ever before
                  'cause on debts all my wages are spent.

                  Each day comes on and then it's gone.
                  Tomorrow you know where I'll be.
                  I'm tired of my lifestyle, have been for awhile.
                  It'll change real soon, you'll see.

                  I could start a new life even take on a wife.
                  A family would surely be nice.
                  But I don't own a dime, couldn't give you the time.
                  All too often I walk on thin ice.

                  I want to shout, I must get up, get out
                  and try wearing a new pair of shoes.
                  My job's got me down, I reach up for the ground.
                  I've got those ol' blue collar blues.

                  I hope that you will never go through
                  working yourself like an ox.
                  If you are like me you may end up to be
                  six feet under ground in a pine box.

                  You can safely bet I'm forever in debt
                  but for this I won't lose any sleep,
                  'cause it's nice to know when you finally go
                  pine boxes are usually cheap.

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