Common Man - John Conlee

Take a breath and catch up To know you ain't alone and somebody gives a fuck Not everyone's selfish, there are those who care And this call is for all of those out there They want a shout out yeah raise their cups A toast to the common man, please stand up I feel what you're feeling too, been there yup I'mma drink what you're drinking to, tip your cup No matter what beneath the surface We all hurting and the stress ain't worth it It's a bad time in life but the shit ain't curtains Just a little bit of peace all we need for certain Banks is failing and Wall Street crumbling And all those in charge they twiddle their thumbs bumbling While the dollars that they heard is numbering Double by the second leaving my folks wondering What's left for the people like us Who cook, who clean, who ride the bus Who live life with hope in a higher trust And when head hits the pillow with a tired thrust What about the ones who deal with news Who deal with injustice and sing the blues It all depends on which path you choose I choose now go easy this one's for you Take a breath and catch up To know you ain't alone and somebody gives a fuck Not everyone's selfish, there are those who care And this call is for all of those out there They want a shout out yeah raise their cups A toast to the common man, please stand up I feel what you're feeling too, been there yup I'mma drink what you're drinking to, tip your cup So listen hey hey, there ain't no maybe Live most of my life just south of crazy And no I was not a pampered baby The spoon was rusted and the TV hazy The jeans were faded, the gold was plated More than common, I was underrated That's when my lifestyle became sedated Eyes half-closed, listen it's cool because I'm faded Forget all that made me hated Had a smooth knack for playing the low and downgraded But this time I contemplated through knowledge downwind? and created This song for ones like me who wanna live their life and be let be Who survive most days on a hope that cope And not end up on dope or the end of a rope Take a breath and catch up To know you ain't alone and somebody gives a fuck Not everyone's selfish, there are those who care And this call is for all of those out there They want a shout out yeah raise their cups A toast to the common man, please stand up I feel what you're feeling too, been there yup I'mma drink what you're drinking to, tip your cup ? With the lies and the game life playing I don't know it all but I speak the truth I'm saying Every night bow my head and to the sky I'm praying About conflict and message and the rhymes I'm laying I got a few things that's been on my mind Like the cause of poverty, the rise in crime The homeless rate, unemployment climbs And we're reminded every hour it's a volatile time So where the complaint box I'mma stand in line I'mma send it by post? Tell em all the job they're doing ain't fine They think they're high on the hog, they're really just swine While we struggle to find the time Just smile a little, enjoy some wine And do believe me, I'm down for mine I'm down for yours too now relax, unwind Take a breath and catch up To know you ain't alone and somebody gives a fuck Not everyone's selfish, there are those who care And this call is for all of those out there They want a shout out yeah raise their cups A toast to the common man, please stand up I feel what you're feeling too, been there yup I'mma drink what you're drinking to, tip your cup Take a breath and catch up To know you ain't alone and somebody gives a fuck Not everyone's selfish, there are those who care And this call is for all of those out there They want a shout out yeah raise their cups A toast to the common man, please stand up I feel what you're feeling too, been there yup I'mma drink what you're drinking to, tip your cup Take a breath and catch up

Another new day takes up on you A fanfare wakes the land The naked lives just a shining down At the dawn of the common man Outside in the madding crowd He laughs along the way Traffic city, what a pity It doesn't have a word to say Troubled people, billions of people They can't seem to understand The ringing ears are unable to hear The sounds of the natural plan Yeah yeah yeah

Stumble from my good warm bed E monday morning oh my head D got to go and e do it all a again e A wake up baby rise and shine E its coffee, eggs, and bacon time D walk your working e man out to the a car e Verse 2: A the boss is in his usual mood E not one thing does he approves D sometimes you cant keep him a satisfied Up and down the assemble line E worried faces much like mine D showing the wear and tare in their a eyes Chorus: Their d making it hard on the a working man E trying to make a livin any{a}way he can D making ends meat on the a installment plan E his money goes right a threw his hands D heaven help us if you a think you can Their d making it ha{e}rd on the working man {d}{d}{e}{a} Verse 3: A big policeman in his prime E sits behind his billboard sign D aims his radar gun right straight a at me A letter from the irs E said," boy your taxes are a mess" D is this the way the good life is suppose to a be Chorus Verse 4: A stumble from my good warm bed E monday morning oh my head D got to go and do it all a again To much room in my frigidaire E the kids all need new shoes to wear D payments late on my old truck a again Chorus Repeat chorus and fade