| Christi Moore | Em | SIegi |
Intro Gitarre , Pickling
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(1)
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I’m an ordinary man, nothing special, nothing grand, I’ve hard to work for everything I own
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I never asked for a lot, I was happy with what I got , Enough to keep my family and my home
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They say that times are hard and they’ve handed me my cards,
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They say there’s not the work to go around
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And when the whistle blows, the gates will finally close, Tonight they’re going to shut this factory down
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They’ll tare it d- o- w- n
(2)
I never missed a day, nor went on strike for better pay, For 20 years I served them best I could
Now with a handshake and a cheque it seems so easy to forget Loyalty through the bad times and through good
The owner says he’s sad to see that things have got so bad, but the captains of industry wont let him lose
He still drives a car and smokes his cigar, and still takes his family on a cruise,
he’ll never lose
(3)
Now it seems to me such a cruel irony, he’s richer now than ever he was before
Now my check is spent and I cant afford the rent, there’s one law for the rich, one for the poor
Every day I’ve tried to salvage some of my pride, to find some work so’s I might pay my way
Oh but everywhere I go, the answers always no, there’s no work for anyone here today
No work t-o-D-A-y, No work t-o-D-A-y, No work t-o-D-A-y
(4)
And so condemned I stand, just an ordinary man, like thousands beside me in the queue
I watch my darling wife trying to make the best of life, and God knows what the kids are going to do
Now that we are faced with this human waste, a generation cast aside
As long as I live, I never will forgive, you’ve stripped me of my dignity and pride,
you stripped me bare, You’ve stripped me bare,
No work t-o-D-A-y, No work t-o-D-A-y