Chris Ledoux — Workin' Man's Dollar tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Workin' Man's Dollar", wykonawca: Chris Ledoux.
Tekst piosenki
Well, I’m just a Workin' Man’s Dollar
In the pocket of his old blue jeans
I ain’t like my Wall Street brother
He’s in a bank so shiny and clean
Well, I’m faded and I’m wrinkled
Tattered and stained with sweat
But I’m the 1st one called when Uncle Sam Needs a hand with the
National Debt
I’ve been wages for the farm hand
For drivin' an old John Deere
I’ve been laid on a bar in a tavern
To buy a workin' man an ice-cold beer
I’ve been tipped to a truck-stop waitress
Taped where I was torn
And in the hand of a child I was laid on a plate
In a church on Sunday morn
They say I’m the root of all evil
I bring lust, power and greed
But this Workin' Man’s Dollar only buys the things
A workin' man really needs
Well, they say I’m worth about fifty-cents
In this modern inflated age
But don’t tell that to the young man slavin'
To make it on a minimum wage
Or that single workin' mother
She’s been scapin' to make ends meet
To make a house a home
Keep food on the table
And shoes on her baby’s feet
Well, I know my days are numbered
I’m gettin' threadbare and wearin' thin
And they’ll replace me with another
But I’d do it all again
Cuz I’ve seen this great big country
Passed from hand to callused hand
And I’ve got to say that I’m mighty proud
That I belong to a workin' man
They say I’m the root of all evil
I bring lust, power and greed
But this Workin' Man’s Dollar only buys the things
A workin' man really needs
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Well, I 'm just a Workin' Man ' s Dollar
W kieszeni jego starych dżinsów.
Nie jestem jak mój brat z Wall Street.
Jest w banku tak błyszczącym i czystym
Well, I 'm faded and I' m marshed
"Tattered and stained with sweat"
Ale to ja jestem pierwszy, kiedy Wujek Sam potrzebuje pomocy z
Dług Państwowy
"I' ve been paces for the farm hand"
For drivin ' an old John Deere
Leżałem na barze w tawernie.
To buy a workin ' man an ice-cold beer
Dostałem cynk o kelnerce z truck-stop.
/ Align = "left" / Linear
I w ręce dziecka leżałem na talerzu
W kościele w niedzielny poranek
They say I ' m the root of all evil
I bring lust, power and greed
Ale ten Robotnik za dolara kupuje tylko rzeczy
A workin ' man really needs
Mówią, że jestem wart jakieś 50 centów.
W tej współczesnej nadmuchiwanej epoce
Ale nie mów tego młodzieńcowi.
Zarabiać na minimalnym wynagrodzeniu
Albo ta samotna, pracująca matka.
She 's been scapin' to make ends meet
To make a house a home
Trzymaj Jedzenie na stole.
And shoes on her baby ' s feet
Wiem, że moje dni są policzone.
I 'm gettin' threadbare and wearin ' thin
I zastąpią mnie innym.
But I ' d do it all again
Bo widziałem ten wielki kraj
Przechodzi z ręki do ręki zrogowaciałej
And I 've got to say that I' m mighty proud
That I belong to a workin ' man
They say I ' m the root of all evil
I bring lust, power and greed
Ale ten Robotnik za dolara kupuje tylko rzeczy
A workin ' man really needs