Working Man Songtext

von Bap Kennedy

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