Standard (EADGBE)
Verse
There's an evening haze settlin over town
starlight by the edge of the creek
The buyin power of the Proletariat's gone down
money's gettin shallow and week
Well the place I love best is a sweet memory
it's a new path that we trod
They say low wages are reality
if we want to compete abroad
My cruel weapons have been put on the shelf
come sit down on my knee
You are dearer to me than myself
as you yourself can see
Well I'm listening to the steel rails hum
got both eyes tight shut
Just sittin here tryin to keep the hunger from
creepin it's way into my gut
Chorus
Meet me at the bottom don't lag behind
bring me my boots and shoes
You can hang back or fight your best on the front line
sing a little bit of these workingman's blues