Lord Have Mercy on the Working Man Songtext
von Travis Tritt

All around I hear the sound of money
But I ain′t got a nickel to my name
And everywhere I look, I see temptation
She stands on every corner and calls my name

Now won't you tell me if you can?
′Cause life's so hard to understand
Why's the rich man busy dancin′
While the poor man plays the band?
Oh, they′re billin' me for killin′ me
Lord, have mercy on the workin' man

Uncle Sam′s got his hands in my pockets
And he helps himself each time he needs a dime
Them politicians treat me like a mushroom
'Cause they feed me bull and keep me in the blind


Now won′t you tell me if you can?
'Cause life's so hard to understand
Why′s the rich man busy dancin′
While the poor man plays the band?
Oh, they're billin′ me for killin' me
Lord, have mercy on the workin′ man

Hey, Saint Peter, look down for a minute
And see this little man about to drown
There's quicksand all around and man, I′m in it
Please help me up, Lord, 'cause I'm goin′ down

Now won′t you tell me if you can?
'Cause life′s so hard to understand
Why's the rich man busy dancin′
While the poor man plays the band?
Oh, they're billin′ me for killin' me
Lord, have mercy on the workin' man (whoo, yeah-hee)

Won′t you tell me if you can?
′Cause life's so hard to understand (whoo-hoo)
Why′s the fat man busy dancin'
While the thin man plays the band?
Oh, they′re billin' me for killin′ me
Hey, Lord, have mercy on the workin' man

Please, Lord, have mercy on the workin' man (oh, tell him how it is, Travis)
Please, Lord, have mercy on the workin′ man