Lyric Workin Man

Sittin alone in the dark,
Wastin my time in a park
cause I ve got nowhere to go.
Had me a job til the market fell out,
Tried hard to borrow but there was no help
Now I ve got nowhere to go.

I need a job for these two hands
I m a workin man
With nowhere to go

One last look at my land
Auctioneer with his gavel in hand
and he says "it s got to go."
Worked this peice all my life
it broke my heart and it took my wife
Now I ve got nothing to show

I need a job for these two hands
I m a workin man
with nowhere to go

Wandered aimless in the city
with my dirt workin boots and my old straw hat in hand
singing a song by Woody Guthrie
This land is your land; it ain t my land
I m a workin man, with nowhere to go

I was born to the sunrise
Breaking back all day
Now I ve got something to say
I am broke but not broken
and I am not alone
cause there s a lot of folks
with nowhere to go

Are they ever gonna understand?
You can t leave a workin man
with nowhere to go.

Are they ever gonna understand?
You can t leave a workin man
with nowhere to go