Seen my reflection in the dirty glass windows
as I walked past those closed country stores
I look about as old as these old brick buildings
it's a shame they shut those wooden doors
I saw a sign that says they selling thrift clothes
old funiture and cheap little kiddie toys
I hope they're still open for the holidays
maybe I can buy a' little something for the boys
If a mighty wind came a' blowin' now
wouldn't be much left of anything here
might as well forget all my worries I guess
and walk on down to the diner for a beer
this place was once was a fancy nightclub
I hear the joint was always jumpin'
they say Ole' Hank played here one time
man that must have really been somethin'
a man used to do a hard day's work
and felt proud when he came home that day
but now they work us twice as hard
and we still get the same damn pay
both sides sell their soul to the Devil
there's no one on the PoorMan's side
I ain't one to complain my man
but you can't fill your stomach eatin' pride
now I guess those days of building a house
and raising a family that does better than you
have gone the way of the dinosaur
now it's all we can do to make-do
this place ain't got nothing for nobody
ain't no use in living here anymore
might as well head out for the big city
least we'll know what we starvin' for
heard there's some jobs in North Dakota
don't matter much what they pay
we gonna do what the BigMan wants
we gonna do what the BigMan say
better be no talk about unions
the middle class already had their say
they all voted for the GOP
and they damn sure got their way
now we're down to two classes
the middle class has up and gone away
the RichMan gettin fat and sassy now
while the PoorMan ain't got a dollar to play
It Ain't Easy
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R.
has a soul,
it is you..
"both sides sell their soul to the Devil
there's no one on the PoorMan's side
I ain't one to complain my man
but you can't fill your stomach eatin' pride "
Let the posh writers with their degrees in Litter-ture
clog up the heads of the doomed English Lit students.
Fuck em with their postmodern deconstructionism!
We need plain talk.
For the plain terror we folks face.....
North Dakota is the place to be if you like extremes. But they are paying the big bucks. It is like the gold rush days there.
Like the idea of a book of poems.
Scanner what kinda vitamin's are you on, dude?
This has got to be set to music.
R
you sure nailed it once more.
R♥
"... there's no one on the PoorMan's side
I ain't one to complain my man
but you can't fill your stomach eatin' pride
now I guess those days of building a house
and raising a family that does better than you
have gone the way of the dinosaur
now it's all we can do to make-do..."
Our times... So sad, so needed, so altering, so true... Rated, with thank you.
HUGGGGGGGG
Kalimera...
Lezlie
a man used to do a hard day's work
and felt proud when he came home that day
but now they work us twice as hard
and we still get the same damn pay
both sides sell their soul to the Devil
there's no one on the PoorMan's side
I ain't one to complain my man
but you can't fill your stomach eatin' pride
If you don't some rich man gonna come and take it away from you.
R
the middle class has up and gone away
the RichMan gettin fat and sassy now
while the PoorMan ain't got a dollar to play"
So true!
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