Letra de The Last One (feat. Evan Felker of Turnpike Troubadours)
How can you call a man, "a man" when you treat him like a dog? And how can you call a man, "a man" when you kill him like a hog? How can you call him an eternal soul and grind him in the dirt? And how can you say a fella's free, chained down and tied to work?She's upside down, she's broke apart And getting worse every day A working man's hand is the hardest card In the whole damn deck to play She's upside down, she's broke apart And getting worse every day A working man's hand is the hardest card In the whole damn deck to playHow can you talk about equal rights, And jail the man that uses them? How can you worship the rich man That sees poor folks and refuses them? How can you talk of freedom and jail the man that talks it? You kiss the man's ass that rides the road And you jail the old boy that walks itShe's upside down, she's broke apart And getting worse every day A working man's hand is the hardest card In the whole damn deck to play She's upside down, she's broke apart And getting worse every day A working man's hand is the hardest card In the whole damn deck to playA working man's hand is the hardest card In the whole damn deck to playHow can you like the United States, and kill us for unitin'? How can you accuse us of being violent When you start all the fightin'? Every time we organize you rich guys pull a fast one Oh, we might lose many a fight, but we'll Damn sure win the last oneShe's upside down, she's broke apart And getting worse every day A working man's hand is the hardest card In the whole damn deck to play She's upside down, she's broke apart And getting worse every day A working man's hand is the hardest card In the whole damn deck to playA working man's hand is the hardest card In the whole damn deck to play