Working Man -

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