Working Man's Blues - The Devil Makes Three

They say times are gettin' hard on a workin' man

Well they say times are gettin' hard on a workin' man

I don’t care what time it is

I want what’s mine and not what’s his

I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands

They say there’s not near enough here to go around

They say there’s not near enough here to go around

I don’t mind sharin' bread and supper

But when it comes to tobacco it’s each man’s own

And if you brought your own bottle

Come on and sit right down

Sometimes it seems like everybody wants to bring you down

Yeah sometimes it seems like everybody wants to bring you down

Don’t go home and slash your wrists

Come out fightin' with both your fists

I know you don’t believe me

But things sure could turn around

Seems like I’ve been down this lonesome road before

Seems like I’ve been down this lonesome road before

Sometimes I get to movin' and I fall down flat

You know you I took a beatin' but I ain’t dyin' yet

Something keeps me gettin' up and coming back for more

Well they say times are gettin' hard on a workin' man

Yeah they say times are gettin' hard on a workin' man

I don’t care what time it is

I want what’s mine and not what’s his

I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands

I wanna pull my wagon with my own two hands