Workingman

Woke up this morning shave my face and cut my neck and watch it bleed.

I spit shine my work boots just doing what I do never owned a pair of Sunday shoes.

 No one's ever answered the working man's prayers rents due your cars getting towed your kids need to eat and you're shovle in hand just digging a hole.

Hay man doing what I can I write my soul in the bottle or can and they call me the working man.

 Woke up this morning and shave my face and cut my neck and watched it bleed.

 I spit shined my work boots just doing what I do never owned a pair of Sunday shoes no one's ever answered the working man's prayers just chasen those dreams with tired calloused hands  and a broken back.

 Just another mother m**********r digging a hole looking for those dreams that always seem to allude.

 hey man doing what I can I write my soul in a bottle or can and they call me the working man.  

Reviews

[Holly Mason]

this should be a song (to me) I am not a song writer but the words have a beat to the even when just read...working man can write*)
title drew me in
thank you for sharing

[POOR BOY D]

Sorry I have ben gone for so long thank you I love your work a mind that never stops looking deeper.