i´m a man
torn in two
state and nation
i´ve got to choose
for on these streets
that i spit upon
there´s no money in my pocket
no soles on my shoes
ain´t got no religion
but the workingman blues
oh i, i´ve got the workin´ man blues
oh i´m kicking the dirt off my shoes
devolution workingman blues
i don´t dance
no rich mans tune
i won´t play
the poor mans fool
within these eyes
that you look upon
there is fear mixed with pride
a dangerous device
for talkin´ devolution
talkin´ workin´man blues
oh i, i´ve got the workingman blues
oh i´m kickin´ the dirt off my shoes
devolution workingman blues
devolution workingman blues
oh i, i´ve got the workingman blues
oh i´m kickin´ the dirt off my shoes
oh i, i´ve got the workingman blues
oh i´m kickin´ the dirt off my shoes
oh i, i´ve got the workingman blues
oh i, i´ve got the workingman workingman blues
devolution workingman blues