Blue Collar Blues

(ahhhh) Down in the belly where the sun don't shine

Just another shift in a bottomless mine

Dust on my hands and my colors blue

Doing the only thing

I know how to do

Working hard or hardly working,

they ask me in the street

But the cold black dust is burying my feet

Yeah my colors blue,

and my breath is thin

Just waiting for the morning

to start again

Old-timers say a penny saved is one earned

But there's nothing left of the bridges I burned

Just a lifetime spent beneath the heavy clay

Trading my soul

for a dollar a day (lord help me)

Working hard or hardly working,

they ask me in the street

But the cold black dust is burying my feet

Yeah my colors blue,

and my breath is thin

Just waiting for the morning

to start again

Hardly working... (hmmmmm) My colors blue