Working Man Blues
Dan Johnson
© 28 March, 2013

Who here’s a working man?
I said, who here’s a working man?
You say you worked hard for your mba, mfa and dvd But have you ever really worked…I mean really worked?

Have you ever been told,
you’re way too old, dude, hit the road.

Have you walked to work
because you missed the bus?
the boss swears out loud,
you’re a worthless cuss

Here’s a good one…
The man walks up to you and has this to say;
I don’t care what you did on Monday,
mister...what the hell’d you do for me today?

It’s never enough
You say, I don’t understand what she wants from me, when you complain she points back and accuses you Of hyperbole.

Go ahead…
Sing those songs
Paint those flowers
Write those poems...you can even
Philosophize until the cows come home

I was always a worker
never a shirker
worked from sun up
til late at night…
kept fooling myself
that all this work would
make things right…
but fool is what I was
until the day I learned…it’s never enough

So go ahead,
sing those songs
paint those flowers
write those poems…you can even
philosophize until the cows come home,
because at the end of the day...

it beats the hell out of being….
a dirty no good working, working…working man.