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Date: 2/3/97; 9:03:25 PM
From: cowboy@laughlin.net (ken bennett)
Subject: Re: submit: "Workin' Man's Dollar" by "Chris LeDoux"

WORKIN' MAN'S DOLLAR
Written and Sung by: Chris LeDoux

This song is played in barr chords at the 3rd and 5th frets. There is
also a chord riff that is repeated throughout the song. It's A  G  D  G
A, if you listen to it a few times it's not too difficult to get.

Verse:
 A                               G                   D               
G     A
Well, I'm just a Workin' Man's Dollar      In the pocket of his old blue
jeans
    A                          G                         D           
G     A
I ain't like my Wall Street brother          He's in a bank so shiny and
clean
            A              G                       D                 
G     A
Well, I'm faded and I'm wrinkled               Tattered and stained with
sweat
             A                     G                
D                      A
But I'm the 1st one called when Uncle Sam  Needs a hand with the
National Debt
   A                      G                             D            
G     A
I've been wages for the farm hand                For drivin' an old John
Deere
                             G                          D            
G     A
I've been laid on a bar in a tavern      To buy a workin' man an
ice-cold beer
                                     G                   
D                  A
I've been tipped to a truck-stop waitress               Taped where I
was torn
                                    G                     
D               A
And in the hand of a child  I was laid on a plate  In a church on Sunday
morn

CHORUS:
      D                                                    A
They say I'm the root of all evil                I bring lust, power and
greed
                                     G                 
D                  A
But this Workin' Man's Dollar only buys the things  A workin' man really
needs

Verse:
A                               G                   D               
G     A
Well, they say I'm worth about fifty-cents         In this modern
inflated age
A                          G                        D               
G     A
But don't tell that to the young man slavin'      To make it on a
minimum wage
A                         G                            D            
G     A
Or that single workin' mother             She's been scapin' to make
ends meet
                                G                     
D                   A
To make a house a home   Keep food on the table   And shoes on her
baby's feet
A                           G                          D            
G     A
Well, I know my days are numbered      I'm gettin' threadbare and
wearin' thin
A                              G                               
D          A
And they'll replace me with another                    But I'd do it all
again
A                               G  
Cuz I've seen this great big country
              D                A
Passed from hand to callused hand
A                               G
And I've got to say that I'm mighty proud 
          D           G      A
That I belong to a workin' man

REPEAT CHORUS

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