Workin' Class Blues - Blues Saraceno & Nineoneone

I'm a 50-hour paycheck Ain't slept a damn wink Moth to a neon light I'm a nine to five, ten to two Shower in between the two Let it ride kinda guy 'Cause I got my angels workin' overtime Punchin' that time clock Wearin' them wings off, wishin' I was someone else Ridin' 'round crazy just tryin' to save me is puttin' 'em straight through hell My Mama's been praying Daddy's been saying, "Son, how the hell you get by?" 'Cause I got my angels workin' overtime I got some barstool best friends little off the deep end That's my kinda crowd A little rough around the edges Get a little reckless Might get a little too loud But we'll be fine with our angels workin' overtime Punchin' that time clock Wearin' them wings off, wishin' I was someone else Ridin' 'round crazy just tryin' to save me is puttin' 'em straight through hell My Mama's been praying Daddy's been saying, "Son, how the hell you get by?" 'Cause I got my angels workin' overtime Come on Ooh, Gary sounds good on that steel Come on, come on, Ben Punchin' that time clock Wearin' them wings off, wishin' I was someone else Ridin' around crazy just tryin' to save me is puttin' 'em straight through hell My Mama's been praying Daddy's been saying, "Son, how the hell you get by?" 'Cause I got my angels workin' overtime Oh, I got my angels workin' overtime Time to clock in, boys Come on Angels workin' overtime

Well I had just got out from the county prison Doin' 90 days for non-support Tried to find me an executive position But no matter how smooth I talked They wouldn't listen to the fact that I was genius The man said, "We got all that we can use." Now I got them Steadily depressin', low down mind-messin' Workin' at the carwash blues Well I should be sittin' in an air conditioned Office with a swivel chair Talkin' some trash to the secretary, sayin' "Hey now mama, come on over here." Instead I'm stuck here rubbin' these fenders with a rag And walkin' home in soggy old shoes With them steadily depressin', low down mind-messin' Workin' at the carwash blues You know a man of my ability He should be smokin' on a big cigar But till I get myself straight I guess I'll just have to wait In my rubber suit rubbin' these cars Well, all I can do is just shake my head You might not believe that it's true For working at this end of Niagara Falls Is an undiscovered Howard Hughes So baby, don't 'spect to see me With no double martini In any high-brow society news 'Cause I got them Steadily depressin', low down mind-messin' Workin' at the carwash blues So baby, don't 'spect to see me With no double martini In any high-brow society news 'Cause I got them Steadily depressin', low down mind-messin' Workin' at the carwash blues Yeah, I got them Steadily depressin', low down mind-messin' Workin' at the carwash blues

You may run for a long time Run on for a long time, run on for a long time Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down My God spoke and He spoke so sweet I thought, I heard the shuffle of angels feet He put a hand upon my head Great God almighty, let me tell you what He said Go tell that long tongue liar, and tell that midnight rider Tell the gambler, the rambler, the back-biter Tell 'em that God is gonna cut them down Tell 'em that God is gonna strike them down You may run for a long time Run on for a long time, run on for a long time Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down You may throw your rock and hide your hand Workin' in the dark against your fellow man But as sure as God made the day and night What you do in the dark will be brought to the light You may run and hide, slip and slide Tryin' to make time with your neighbour's wife Brother, let me tell you, just as sure as you're born: You better leave that woman alone You may run for a long time Run on for a long time, run on for a long time Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down One of these days, you can mark my word You think her man is away at work You'll sneak up and knock on that door That's all son, you will knock no more You may run for a long time Run on for a long time, run on for a long time Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down You may run for a long time Run on for a long time, run on for a long time Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down Let me tell you that God is gonna cut you down

This mercy train, by my head This mercy train I've still my cross to bear Oh, my, my Will I be saved, I don't know Will I be saved I've still my cross to bear Oh, my, my INSTRUMENTAL Well this train keeps rolling Filled with sinners and their cities Well I'm fighting forgiveness So suffer for my crying shame So I will hold my head now Help me Lord Help me Lord Help me ride this mercy train INSTRUMENTAL This mercy train by my head Will I be saved, I can't say I've still my cross to bear Oh, my, my I've still my cross to bear On this mercy train