Текст песни Travis Tritt - Lord Have Mercy On The Working Man
Travis Tritt - Lord Have Mercy On The Working Man слова песни
(Kostas)All around I hear the sound of moneyBut I ain`t got a nickel to my nameAnd everywhere I look I see temptationShe stands on every corner and calls my name Won`t you tell me if you canCause life`s so hard to understandWhy`s the rich man busy dancingWhile the poor man pays the bandOh they`re billing me for killing meLord have mercy on the working man Uncle Sam`s got his hands in my pocketsAnd he helps himself each time he needs a dimeThem politicians treat me like a mushroomCause they feed me bull and keep me in the blind Won`t you tell me if you canCause life`s so hard to understandWhy`s the rich man busy dancingWhile the poor man pays the bandOh they`re billing me for killing meLord have mercy on the working man Hey, St. Peter look down for a minuteAnd see this little man about to drownThere`s quicksand all around and man I`m in itPlease help me up Lord cause I`m going down Won`t you tell me if you canCause life`s so hard to understandWhy`s the rich man busy dancingWhile the poor man pays the bandOh they`re billing me for killing meLord have mercy on the working man Won`t you tell me if you canCause life`s so hard to understandWhy`s the fat man busy dancingWhile the thin man pays the bandOh they`re billing me for killing meLord have mercy on the working man Please, Lord have mercy on the working manPlease, Lord have mercy on the working man