Letra de Workin' Man's Pay
I tell you, buddy, it ain't no fun Working all day in the hot-hot sun It don't seem right a man should work all day In the hot-hot sun earning working man's payWorking man's pay Working man's pay Swinging that sledgehammer every day A bottle of beer at the end of the day And a nagging woman That's a working man's payI went to Hialeah with my pay in my hand I bet all my money on an also-ran Working, working 'til you waste away In the hot-hot sun Earning working man's payWorking man's pay Working man's pay Swinging that sledgehammer every day It don't seem right that a man should work this way In the hot-hot sun earning working man's payI ain't got much, but I ain't no thief And my old woman ain't long to leave So while you hippies are picking flowers Remember some jerks working working man's hoursHmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmmI tell you, buddy, it ain't no fun Working all day in the hot-hot sun It don't seem right a man should work all day In the hot-hot sun earning working man's payWorking man's pay Working man's pay Swinging that sledgehammer every day A bottle of beer at the end of the day And a nagging woman That's a working man's pay