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I'm a workingOn the lineSix days at a timeWith a shovel and a spadeI'm digging for the shadeBut I keep getting paid the sameBeen working for a man and he likes my styleThe more I sweat the more he smilesThe more I sweat the deeper I getHe's driving this poor boy wildI can't live no good on what I get paidI know trouble's just a poor man's claim to fameBut the prices keep rising every dayAnd I keep getting paid the sameI get up every mornin' 'bout half past sixDrink a pot a' coffee just to load a ton of bricksLong about noon, I'm thinkin' that soonYou're gonna work this poor boy sick.I can't buy beans on what I get paidI was cooking biscuits when the bill collector cameAnd the prices keep rising everydayAnd I keep getting paid the sameSongtexteI lay down my hammer when the whistle soundsI bury my shovel in the deep deep groundI run to my home to see my honey combWhen that evening sun goes downI can't live to good on what I get paidMy roof's got a hole and It's looking like rainAnd the prices keep rising everydayAnd I keep getting paid the same Aus Songtexte Mania