Nothing Like You

John: vocal & baritone guitar
Bryn Davies: bass
Jeff Taylor: accordion

I’m who you hire
When you want the work cheap
You pay me in cash
Your secret I’ll keep
I’m the one that you call
When you got work to do
You just know my first name
I am nothing like you

I work in the kitchen
Where I won’t be seen
I take out the trash
And see your dishes are clean
I’ll do anything
That the boss tells me to
I can build a whole house, sir,
I am nothing like you

My wife keeps your kids
While I tend your yard
Ain’t nothing too much, sir
Ain’t nothing too hard
I’m at the Home Depot lot
Just trying to make do
I’m the one that you want
I am nothing like you

Like so many others
Who came here before
Who work on your farms
And who fight in your wars
The Pole, the Korean,
The Irish, the Jew
I’m learning your language
I’m nothing like you

When my long day is done
And I finally get home
I sit with my family
Tired to the bone
Tuck my kids in
When their supper is through
I make love to my wife
I’m nothing like you

Each Sunday in church
When I kneel down to pray
I talk to my God
Thank him that every day
I provide for my parents
My grandparent, too
Graciás El Señór
No soy como tú

I am one in a million
We all look the same
A man with no papers
A man with no name
Just a good pair of hands
And a heart that is true
Willing to work
I am nothing like you

June 10, 2012
Avondale Estates, GA
©2012 John McCutcheon/Appalsongs (ASCAP)