Working Mans Dollar chords by Chris Ledoux

Intro: A  G  D  A  G  D


Verse: 1
A                                     G
Well, I'm just a Workin' Man's Dollar
D
In the pocket of his old blue jeans
A                                  G
I ain't like my Wall Street brother
D
He's in a bank so shiny and clean
A                                G
Well, I'm faded and I'm wrinkled
D
Tattered and stained with sweat

Bridge: 1
 A                                      G             D
But I'm the 1st one called when Uncle Sam Needs a hand with the
              A  G  D
National Debt


Verse: 2
A                              G
I've been wages for the farm hand
D
For drivin' an old John Deere
A                                  G
I've been laid on a bar in a tavern
D
To buy a workin' man an ice-cold beer
A                                        G
I've been tipped to a truck-stop waitress
D
Taped where I was torn


Bridge 2
        A                      G
And in the hand of a child I was laid on a plate
         D                 A A A A A
In a church on Sunday morn


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


Verse: 3
A                                         G
Well, they say I'm worth about fifty-cents
 D
In this modern inflated age
A                                G
But don't tell that to the young man slavin'
D
To make it on a minimum wage
A                            G
Or that single workin' mother
 D
She's been scapin' to make ends meet


Bridge 3
          A
To make a house a home
       G
Keep food on the table
     D                          A   G   D
And shoes on her baby's feet
         A                         G
Well, I know my days are numbered
              D
I'm gettin' threadbare and wearin' thin
           A                        G
And they'll replace me with another
          D
But I'd do it all again
              A                      G
Cuz I've seen this great big country
               D
Passed from hand to callused hand
          A                        G
And I've got to say that I'm mighty proud
              D                 A A A A A
That I belong to a workin' man


G
They say I'm the root of all evil
        D
I bring lust, power and greed
              C                    G
But this Workin' Man's Dollar only buys the things

A workin' man really needs


Outro: A  G  D  A  G  D C A