Working Man by Maya de Vitry

Working Man
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There's a river made of gold
And silver in the hills
There's a ladder if we find it
But we likely never will
There's water at the bottom
It trickles down the rungs
Drippin' to the tune of just enough to pay the bills

Money fills canyons in the pockets of a few
That's the way it flows in the red, white, and blue
While every mile of railroad, all across the land
Is a long life of labor
For a working man

It would surely be a wonder
For a man to build alone
All the rails and steel
And dig the oil that he owns
But the riches of the world
Are carried all along
On the back of every man who works to the bone

As we try to make the mortgage
The bank gets the news
Of a check from the capitol
It's all theirs to use
Yes it's always you and me
And Uncle Sam pitchin' in
They just don't call them handouts when they're all wearin' suits

(Maya Elizabeth de Vitry, BMI)

• Folk
• Rock
• banjo
• folk
• indie
• singer-songwriter
• song
• vocal harmonies
• Nashville