Текст песни Working Man Blues - The Devil Makes Three

They say times are getting hard on a working man
Well, they say times are getting hard on a working man
I don't care what time it is
I want what's mine and not what's his
I wan't to pull my wagon with my own two hands

They say there's not near enough here to go around
They say there's not near enough here to go around
I don't mind sharing bread and supper
But when it comes to tobacco it's each man's own
And if you brought your own bottle
Come on and sit right down

Sometimes it seems like everybody wants to bring you down
Yeah, sometimes it seems like everybody wants to bring you down
Don't go home and slash your wrists
Come out fighting with both your fists
I know you don't believe me
But things sure could turn around

Seems like I've been down this lonesome road before
Seems like Ive been down this lonesome road before
Sometimes I get to moving and I fall down flat
You know I took a beating but I ain't done yet
Something keeps me getting up and coming back for more

Well, they say times are getting hard on a working man
Yeah, they say times are getting hard on a working man
I don't care what time it is
I want what's mine and not what's his
I wan't to pull my wagon with my own two hands
I wan't to pull my wagon with my own two hands