Up in the morning before the sun
Listen to the train whistle whine
Where is it going? Where has it been?
Why does it pass me by?
Fill up the thermos, go meet Jose
It’s a cold one today on the corner
I’ll do cement work or what ever they say
As long as the jobs come my way
As long as the jobs come my way
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Ohhh, that’s how it is
When just getting by is the plan
Welcome to the world of the working poor
Here in the Promised Land
Sometimes you pick peaches
Sometimes you dig ditches
Sometimes the jobs just don’t come
Then there’s the days the cops chase you away
It’s just put your head down and run
Just put your head down and run
Chorus:
When I was eighteen I was a marine
Tough guy who never looked back
I left something behind on the Iraqi line
It’s something I’ll never get back.
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