I'm a working

On the line

Six days at a time

With a shovel and a spade

I'm digging for the shade

But I keep getting paid the same

1)

Been working for a man and he likes my style

The more I sweat the more he smiles

The more I sweat the deeper I get

He's driving this poor boy wild



I can't live no good on what I get paid

I know trouble's just a poor man's claim to fame

But the prices keep rising every day

And I keep getting paid the same

2)

I get up every mornin' 'bout half past six

Drink a pot a' coffee just to load a ton of bricks

Long about noon, I'm thinkin' that soon

You're gonna work this poor boy sick.



I can't buy beans on what I get paid

I was cooking biscuits when the bill collector came

And the prices keep rising everyday

And I keep getting paid the same

3)

I lay down my hammer when the whistle sounds

I bury my shovel in the deep deep ground

I run to my home to see my honey comb

When that evening sun goes down



I can't live to good on what I get paid

My roof's got a hole and It's looking like rain

And the prices keep rising everyday

And I keep getting paid the same