Working Songs for the Drinking Class
by Cletus Got Shot
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Gravedigger
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A Brand New Day
02:25
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Bummin Around
04:08
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Congressman
03:46
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Pour Me Another
03:33
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Singin Just the Same
02:05
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Saw Mill
02:24
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Charlie Jones
03:08
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Mountain Top
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Working Poor
02:55
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Justice is my Name
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What Would You Say
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Take Out the Fascists
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Don't Ya Blame Me, Son
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Working Songs for the Drinking Class is the third full length album from Cletus Got Shot
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released 27 April 2012
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- Track Name: Gravedigger
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If you are the grave digger,
Who's gonna dig your grave?
Set down your beer
and listen clear
To the question for your ears.
Have you lost your job,
Are you poor are you broken down?
Come one all you Workers
And sing along with me.
I once met a man who lost his hand
working for the man.
I that was you,
You're gonna have choose
A better plan.
Are you working hard for a cause
That you can't stand?
Then come on all you workers
Sing along with me.
I got one more thing to say
Before I leave this stage.
It's time we all make a stand
Fight for our fellow man.
Come on all you workers
Sing along with me. - Track Name: A Brand New Day
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What if Martin Luther King
was a Mexican?
Would he march would he sing
For his fellow immigrant man?
Would he preach to the crowd
We should all have a meal
Turn your smile to a frown
When he asks to be part of the deal.
Oh my god
It's a brand new day
With a whole new set
Of problems for us all.
Oh my god for us all.
What if Jesus was a man
In a factory
Working hard for his pay
Fighting for the rights
Of you and me.
Would he have a Union card
And stop the dirty work
Meet you in a bar
And have a plan for those corporate jerks.
I've got some news for you
If you haven't heard
It's down to me and you
But we flew the coop
With the birds.
So it's time we make a stand
And we find our voice
So we started this band
And we made this fight our choice. - Track Name: Bummin Around
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I heard about a man from Tennessee
He got a one way ticket to Vegas
To live a dream.
With a roll of the dice
He sacrificed
Every bit of sanity
I saw the lights of Vegas
Sweep him clean.
We sing:
Oh Lord
Takin my pay
Oh Lord
No where to stay
Oh Lord
Just bummin around today.
I heard about a man in Arkansas
He told me he was looking for a job
Tried everything he could
Did what they said he should
But I saw Arkansas
Take it all.
I saw a gal
Standing in some town
Holding up a sign for down town.
Looking for some work
She just needs a little perk
I saw society let her be.
I've been to every town across this land
I try to see the beauty
The best I can
but I look to the East
and I look to the West
Every chain has raped your land
The best they can. - Track Name: Congressman
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The mailman came by
With a look in his eyes
Nothing but bills for you
So I mailed out a note
And this is what I wrote
No joke
From me to you.
Congressman,
Won't you be a man?
Fight for the working man, too?
Just say no,
Don't you sell your soul,
Stand up and fight like a man.
I got a letter you see
Straight from D.C.
With a coupon for a washing machine
They told me to buy
With all of my might
This county is counting on me.
So I went out and I bought
The machine that I thought
Was the best that money could buy.
But lo and behold
I was told
That the CEO of General Electric
Was none other than your congressman
And mine
That dirty rotten guy
Congressman,
Won't you be a man?
Fight for the working man, too?
Just say no,
Don't you sell your soul,
Stand up and fight like a man
Fight for the working man, too. - Track Name: Pour Me Another
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Well pour me another one
before I go
Make it a whiskey
and a cup of joe
'Cause me and my friends
Are gonna stay out
All night long
We're headed into the streets
We're gonna march on by to the beat
With a new song sung
For the poor
And broken down.
I've been all over this land
From the lakes to the desert sand
It's the same old story I hear
Day after day
I lost my job last week
And Uncle Sam turned his back on me
And the guy with all the money
Just took my very last dime.
That might be you my friend
But don't ya worry
'Cause it ain't the end
There's people like you and me
All over this world
If you open up your eyes and see
We have the power to be
One people
One voice
And a brand new life - Track Name: Singin Just the Same
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Well it ain't no easy life
Working for a price
That never gets you out of debt
It only makes you fret.
Singin low
Singin high
Tomorrow is another day
So I'm singing just the same
I won't stay any place
'Cause traveling is my grace
The tougher the road is
Under my feet
The stronger I will be
I don't know where I'll go
Just want to say hello
To my fellow workers everywhere
Telling stories with a flair
I can't go singin free
It ain't no thing to me
The law man may be in my way
But my voice is here to stay.
Singin low
Singin high
Tomorrow is another day
So I'm singing just the same - Track Name: Saw Mill
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No work at the saw mill today, boys
The bankers done took that away.
They're probably working
On Wall Street this morning
but there's no work at the saw mill today.
It all trickles down
That's what Reagan says
but it seems like it's trickled away
And that ain't raindrops
Falling on my head
No somebody's been trickling on me.
There's always been rich folk
Always been poor folk
There ain't nothing wrong with that
Now the rich spend their money on
Pills to stay skinny
While we eat cheap food
And get fat
there's plenty of work in China
If you want to be a dead coal miner
And there's plenty of work in Taiwan
If you want live in another pollutin
Fish killing factory town.
No work at the saw mill today, boys. - Track Name: Charlie Jones
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Charlie Jones
he don't take
No guff
No more
Pick up
your hammer
And swing away
You're working
for the man
next door
Charlie Jones
you don't take
No guff
No more
Say goodbye
To Uncle sam
You're working
For the man
next door - Track Name: Mountain Top
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I'm going to the mountain top
I'm gonna see everything they got
Hear every sound
See every town I can
I got a bookshelf full of words
That no one has ever heard
And the TV screaming at me
Telling me how to be
But when I look around my town
It's nothing but a big old frown
It's not as simple as the people
On the TV make it out to be.
I met a man along the way
Who taught me how to pray
And a teacher teaching me
There's no god but you and me
And a father working hard
To keep the family farm
And a banker telling me
How to make a quick buck or two
I met a man way down south
With an elephant in his mouth
And a jackass to the north
That'll bore you to a snore
And a town up in the west
With a whole lot of socialists
And a bit of anarchy
In the big city - Track Name: Working Poor
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I found a dollar
That was blowing down the street
So I went down to the deli
To buy something to eat
I waited in line
'Til it finally came my turn
Then the deli man said
Oh, son, why can't you learn
You can't get nothing
For a dollar anymore
So would you kindly
Show yourself to that door
You can't get nothing
for your dollar anymore
You get nothing to eat
If you're the working poor
So I took my dollar to the banker
On down the way
They said he'd be open
Later in the day
I bided my time
And I waited by patiently
Then the banker man said
Oh, son, why can't ya see
You get nothing in the bank
If you're the working poor
So I took my dollar
To the town's highest hill
I said good luck
Now blow where you will
I watched it float away
'Til I could hardly see
I hope it has some
better luck than me
You get nothing to eat
Nothing in the bank
Nothing in your pocket
If you're the working poor - Track Name: Justice is my Name
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This cold
Is creeping in
To my cell
Once again
Two more years
Of winter
Before I go
I wish I had
A whiskey
For my soul
I dream at night
Of being free
On the banks
Of an open sea
If you asked me
I'd tell you true
That this old place
Is nothing new
I am a man
With a story
For this land
Beaten down
Black and blue
The life
Of the radical man
Is true
Justice is my name
And I'm taking
All the blame
Of the tears
And the fears
Of the fascist
You call
lovely
Uncle Sam
My name
Is every man
From coast
to coast
That this homeland
Has made a ghost
The FBI took me in
And NPR
Made me a sin - Track Name: What Would You Say
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What would you say to the child
With hope and glee in his eyes
What would you say of the future
Of man and society
He has a duty to the pocket
Of the business man
And a duty to the wealth
Of a nations land
All the hope in the world
Couldn't change anything but dreams
And all the lies in the world
Couldn't help mankind to be
What would you say to the man
Who works his hands to the bone
What would you call his life
When he comes to the end of the road
That he worked for the pocket
Of the business man
That he worked for the wealth
Of a nations land
All the work in the world
Couldn't save him from
wage slavery
And all the lies in the world
Wouldn't pay for his
Funeral to be.
What would you saw to the mother
Who lost her only son
What would you saw to the father
With no name to pass
Through this world
That he fought for the pocket
Of the businessman
And he fought for the wealth
Of a nations land
All the guns in the world
Couldn't fight for freedom's name
And all the lies in the world
Couldn't help a mother's pain
What would you say if I told you
None of this had to be
The answer to that question's
Here with your friends
And not in DC
This ain't just a honky tonk show
Friends don't you worry
You're not alone
Take a good look
Around this room
And tell me what you see
Every revolution starts with
People like you and me
Every revolution starts with
People like you and me - Track Name: Take Out the Fascists
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Come on everybody
Let's take out the Fascists
Come on everybody
Let's reclaim the streets
Come on everybody
Just lift up your hands
Lift up your hands
And take down the man
I've got my eyes closed tight
To the people on the TV
And my ears open wide
To the world all around
Like a whisper in the wind
I hear the people in the corner
Singing lift up your hands
And take down the man
Lift up your hands
And take down the man
And then a man
In the back of the room
Jumps on his chair
The crowd turns around
To see his face
With eyes glowing red he says
Lift up your hands
And take down the man
One by one
The voices of America get louder
They run through the streets
With their eyes open wide
They scream at the top of their lungs
Lift up your hands
And take down the man
Lift up your hands
And take down the man - Track Name: Don't Ya Blame Me, Son
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Don't ya blame me, son
For the mess that we're in
I've been looking for work
Since two thousand ten
I try and I try
To do what is right
That's why I'm out singing
'Til dawn's early light
My Father was poor
Like his father before
It's a long long road
That I'm fighting for
I'm headed out
On the road once again
Singing these songs
About the hell we are in
Don't you ever give up, son
On what you believe in
Try hard to be
Everything you can be
To this mess we are in
I'm sorry I don't
Have enough for us all
What I've got I'll give to you
Always stand tall
Three kids a wife
And a mortgage to pay
Trying my best
Working hard every day
I swallowed my pride
And I asked Uncle Sam
Any help you could give
Would be mighty grand
Uncle Sam he stood
On the porch by the door
He said beat it ya bum
I've got guests here at four
Don't you ever give up, son
On what you believe in
Try hard to be
Everything you can be
To this mess we are in
