Working Man - Bap Kennedy

On the broad way for the dawn

Waiting for the man to come

And like cattier one by one

He took his pick of the young and strong

Well I had no better plan

When I was a working man

I swung the hammer every day

Chocking dust all came my way

And the time crawled by so slow

Till they told me I could go

So tired I could hardly stand

When I was a working man

Just a part of their machine

Like so many before me

I said farewell and left my home

To try and make it on my own

I was a stranger in that land

When I was a working man

I needed money in my hand

When I was a working man