They paid me for the holiday
And then they let me go.
It’s not as if I’ll starve to death
Thank God that doesn’t happen anymore.
But a working man without a job
That’s got to be the saddest thing I know.
And if I don’t get killed with kindness
It takes a lotta nerve to say I told you so.
With these two hands
And what I know
I earn my daily bread.
I never have that much to show
But I always keep my family clothed and fed
But these days it seems
I got to work
A whole lot harder just to stay ahead
And if I don’t get killed with kindness
It takes a lotta nerve to say I told you so.
It makes me mad
To see those fat cats
Living off the land
It makes me mad
To have them tell me
That I’m not a man
Well, one of these days
I’m gonna get my gun
And make my final stand.
And if I don’t get killed with kindness
I’ll show a little class and say I told you so. :-{)}
