Please help me up, Lord, 'cause I'm going down
Lord have mercy on the working man
Uncle Sam's got his hands in my pockets
Why's the rich man busy dancing
Oh, they're billing me for killing me
'Cause they feed me bull and keep me in the blind
Now won't you tell me if you can
'Cause life's so hard to understand
Won't you tell me if you can
She stands on every corner and calls my name
Oh, they're billing me for killing me
Lord have mercy on the working man
Why's the fat man busy dancing
And see this little man about to drown
While the thin man pays the band
Lord have mercy on the working man
'Cause life's so hard to understand
Why's the rich man busy dancing
Now won't you tell me if you can
Hey, St. Peter, look down for a minute
Oh, they're billing me for killing me
'Cause life's so hard to understand
While the poor man pays the band
Please Lord have mercy on the working man
Oh, they're billing me for killing me
And everywhere I look I see temptation
While the poor man pays the band
'Cause life's so hard to understand
Why's the rich man busy dancing
Hey, Lord have mercy on the working man
There's quicksand all around and man I'm in it
Now won't you tell me if you can
While the poor man pays the band
And he helps himself each time he needs a dime
Them politicians treat me like a mushroom
