The world rest on the shoulders of the working man. We can be free at any time by simply refusing to make the chains that bind us.
lyrics
Here's to the working man:
the man without a song.
Just the daily ring
of a hammer fit for two.
Well he breaks his back 'most every day
just for some man to say,
"Give me your payment due,
your hands are my hands, too."
Poor man rise up!
I know your day is long and hard.
Poor man rise up!
'Cause your place is here and now.
Well time is running short,
for a world that's running long.
One day when your voice is heard
this nation will finally know.
Broken, and beaten down,
that they are nothing without you.
Your voice will spread heart to heart.
This Union will never part.
This fight waged by the Man,
will end when the poor man stands.
your hands are my hands, too."
Poor man rise up!
I know your day is long and hard.
Poor man rise up!
'Cause your place is here and now.
Well time is running short,
for a world that's running long.
credits
from Cletus Got Shot,
released March 1, 2009
Lyrics by Adam Cox. Music by Cletus Got Shot
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