Working Mans Blues

Em G Am7 C Em G
Verse This dead end job it takes ten hours away from my life almost everyday
Am 7 C
I don't complain

It's dirty and vital for the world to keep spinning so I'm up at 5 then I'm
off, to make hay

Sometimes so hot bout the middle of day feels like fear keeps me running
fires keep coming

C C6 G
Pre That boss he 's up right in my face
Em D
how am I supposed to feel
C D7 G
Chorus I can't wait for friday, I need to get the hell out of here
G C D7 Em
to the down town bar scene , drinking whiskey, gin, and beer
Bm7 C G
Maybe I'm just too young, I know I got to pay my dues
C D7 Em
I feel like all I'm paying for, is the working mans blues

Em G Am7 C Em G / Am7 / C
This place has got me tired, and I'm sweating more than I thought I ever could

Word just came down we'll be working overtime till we finish sorting through
all these stacks of wood

C C6 G
When boss he's up right in my face
Em, D7
What am I supposed to do


Am D7 G
Bridge They say a man who dreams can work all day
Am7 D Em
and never get tired and still have time to play
C Em7
Well I got dreams and sore hands too
Am G D
I'd never come back to this place if my rent wasn't due

C D 7 G
Now I can't wait for friday, Got to find another better way
G C D7 Em7
or else I might just sit there drinking watch another weekend fade away
Bm7 C 6 G
Look out Monday morning, I'm running out of what to do
C D7 Em7
Yea I've got a bad case of the working mans blues
C D7 Em
I've really got a bad case of the working mans blues




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