Attitude

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.  :-{)}