| You got a grip on the American Dream
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| Your hands are empty but that’s not what you see
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| Your pockets are empty and the landlords here
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| You spent your money on piss warm beer
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| To be someone and make the rules
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| To hold the cards and throw down your tools
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| To wash your hands clean and tuck in your shirt
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| It’s the American Dream it shouldn’t have to hurt
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| You got a job and that’s what pays your way
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| Got a family that’s what makes you stay
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| The mouths are fed, the roof don’t leak
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| You pat them on the head and kiss them on the cheek
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| But you forgot their faces and the place you got
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| Spend time thinking about what you haven’t got
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| Slaving every day but your hearts somewhere else
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| Trying to figure out where you lost yourself
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| You never thought the dream would be so hard
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| Thought you’d have the house with the pool in the yard
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| The boss would give you just what you earned
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| You’d count the blessings and the pay you earned
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| But you punch in at 7 and out at 5
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| The boss doesn’t even know that you’re alive
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| You do your work and make your way home
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| But just look around you’re not so alone
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| Can’t you see you’re just a working man
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| You’ll never have more than you hold in your hand
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| Yo.u work all your life for someone else
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| You only have your family and yourself
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| The working man, he’s the only one
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| With a legacy of pride in the work he’s done
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| Sweat and tears for the family that he loves
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| His pride and his family will always be enough
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| Can’t you see that I’m a working man
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| And we’re all just working men
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| Raise your glass to the working man alright |