Song of the Week: Work For the Working Man

The new lyrics of the week have been posted: the opening lines of the new song, "Work For the Working Man".

And I felt it deserved to be the song of the week. Whether you have been there at one point in your life, or are blessed enough to never have been, I'm sure you can relate to this song.

I won't ramble on about my opinions and fears for the coming tour and potential hypocrisy on the part of the band - I'll leave all politics and such out of it. This post is meant to be purely emotion. Heart to heart. Because it's quickly become the story of my life, and I'm struggling day by day now to make it.

I don't like this solo version, but the lyrics literally felt like a knife when I heard them tonight.

Lord, I'm trying to keep the faith...but where are you?


Work For the Working Man
I'm here, trying to make a living
And I ain't living just to die
Never getting back what I'm giving
Won't someone help me, someone justify
Why these strong hands are on the unemployment line
And there's nothing left, what's on my mind

Who's gonna work for the working man?
Work for the working man
(Work) Get the hands in the dirt, who's gonna work off the curse
(Work) Brother I've been damned, if I don't raise a hand
Work for the work, work, work for the working man
Work, work, working man

Empty pockets, full of worries
I had to get two jobs and it was hard enough getting by
But with the grace of God I'm getting us through
But only know that I know how to do
That I'm the only one who's gotta look my family in the eye
Day after day, night after night

Who's gonna work for the working man?
Work for the working man
(Work) Get the hands in the dirt, who's gonna work off the curse
(Work) Brother I've been damned, if I don't raise a hand
Work for the work, work, work for the working man
Work, work, working man

I lost my pension, they took my ID
These were my friends, these were my dreams
These were my hopes, these are my dreams
Can you hear me?

Who's gonna work for the working man?
Work for the working man
(Work) Get the hands in the dirt, who's gonna work off the curse
(Work) Brother I've been damned, if I don't raise a hand
Work for the work, work, work for the working man
Work, work, working man

These were my friends, these were my dreams
These were my hopes, these are my streets...