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Cash Talkin (the Workingman s Blues) lyrics
Well I walked down to my bank, just to see what I could see
I asked the man behind the desk, I say "Ah, is there any money for me?"
Now he didn t know just what to say
I say, "I need that money in a terrible way!"
Now he didn t say "yeah" but he didn t say "no"
He just shook my hand and showed me the door
Oh Lord, the blues is killin me
Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is killin me
Yes sir
Now my wife loves money and it bothers my mind
She runs to the store and she buys, on time
T.V s, radios, stereos and I got all kind a princess phones
A one of these days, ya all-a, I think they all gonna be gone
My baby need clothes, my wife needs a car
It s a wonder ya all ha, I got this far! Hey!
Landlord knockin , and he wants some rent
Now I m lookin for the money that my wife just spent
Oh Lord, um-hm, the blues is killin me
Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is killin me
Tellin ya
Tax time, ain t nothin but a mess
Payin Uncle Sam more an I m gettin less
The po stay po and the rich stay rich
An I m right here in the middle
Now ain t that a.....!
Barely gettin by, makes me mean
Cause the politicians I m payin , are livin real clean
Step down Mister Politician, and live like I do
I want you to know, the workin man blues
Oh Lord, oh Lord, these blues is killin me
Oh Lord, Lord, Lord, these blues is killin me
Payin these taxes worry me to death...
Buyin new T.V s an radios an stereos...
Baby needs clothes...
Wife need a old car to get around in...
Oh it s a bitch bein po ...
I say it s a bitch bein po...
Now ain t that a bitch?
Boy it s rough, I ll tell ya
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