Chords for Chris LeDoux - Working Man's Dollar
Tempo:
85.55 bpm
Chords used:
G
A
D
C
Am
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[A] [G] [D] [A]
[G] [D]
[A] Well, I'm just a [G] working man's dollar [D] in the pocket of his old blue jeans.
[A] I ain't like my [G] Wall Street brother, [D] he's in the banks of shiny and clean.
[A] Well, I'm faded and [G] I'm wrinkled, [D] tattered and stained with sweat, [A] but I'm the first
one [G] called when Uncle Sam [D] needs a hand with the [A] National Day.
[G] [D] [Am] I've [A] been a wages boy [G] with a farm hand [D] for driving an old John Deere.
I've [A] been laid on a bar in a [G] tavern to [D] buy a working man a nice cold beer.
I've [A] been tipped to a truck [G] stop waitress, [D] the paper I was torn, and in [A] the hand of a
child I [G] was laid on a plate in a [D] church on a Sunday [A] morning.
[G] Well, they say I'm the root of all evil, I [D] bring lust, power and grief, but [C] this working
man's dollar [G] only buys the thing a working man [A] really needs.
[G] [C] [D] [Am]
[A] [G] [D]
[A] Well, they say I'm worth [G] about fifty cents [D] in this modern inflated age, [A] but don't tell
that [G] to the young man [D] slaving to make it on a minimum wage.
[A] Or that single working [G] mother, [D] she's been scraping to make ends meet, to [A] make a house
a home [G] and keep food on the table [D] and shoes on her [A] baby's feet.
[G] [D] [Am] [A] Well, I know my [G] days are numbered, [D] I'm getting threadbare and wearing thin, [A] and they'll replace
me with [G] another.
[D] But I'd do it all again, [A] cause I've seen this great [G] big country [D] pass from hand to calloused
hand, [A] and I've got to say [G] that I'm mighty proud [D] that I belong to the working man.
[A]
[G] Well, they say I'm the root of all evil, [D] I bring lust, power and grief, [C] but this working
man's [G] dollar only buys the thing a working man [A] really [G] needs.
[D] [C] [A] [G] [D] [A]
[G] [D]
[A] Well, I'm just a [G] working man's dollar [D] in the pocket of his old blue jeans.
[A] I ain't like my [G] Wall Street brother, [D] he's in the banks of shiny and clean.
[A] Well, I'm faded and [G] I'm wrinkled, [D] tattered and stained with sweat, [A] but I'm the first
one [G] called when Uncle Sam [D] needs a hand with the [A] National Day.
[G] [D] [Am] I've [A] been a wages boy [G] with a farm hand [D] for driving an old John Deere.
I've [A] been laid on a bar in a [G] tavern to [D] buy a working man a nice cold beer.
I've [A] been tipped to a truck [G] stop waitress, [D] the paper I was torn, and in [A] the hand of a
child I [G] was laid on a plate in a [D] church on a Sunday [A] morning.
[G] Well, they say I'm the root of all evil, I [D] bring lust, power and grief, but [C] this working
man's dollar [G] only buys the thing a working man [A] really needs.
[G] [C] [D] [Am]
[A] [G] [D]
[A] Well, they say I'm worth [G] about fifty cents [D] in this modern inflated age, [A] but don't tell
that [G] to the young man [D] slaving to make it on a minimum wage.
[A] Or that single working [G] mother, [D] she's been scraping to make ends meet, to [A] make a house
a home [G] and keep food on the table [D] and shoes on her [A] baby's feet.
[G] [D] [Am] [A] Well, I know my [G] days are numbered, [D] I'm getting threadbare and wearing thin, [A] and they'll replace
me with [G] another.
[D] But I'd do it all again, [A] cause I've seen this great [G] big country [D] pass from hand to calloused
hand, [A] and I've got to say [G] that I'm mighty proud [D] that I belong to the working man.
[A]
[G] Well, they say I'm the root of all evil, [D] I bring lust, power and grief, [C] but this working
man's [G] dollar only buys the thing a working man [A] really [G] needs.
[D] [C] [A] [G] [D] [A]
Key:
G
A
D
C
Am
G
A
D
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
[A] Well, I'm just a [G] working man's dollar [D] in the pocket of his old blue jeans.
[A] I ain't like my [G] Wall Street brother, [D] he's in the banks of shiny and clean.
[A] Well, I'm faded and [G] I'm wrinkled, _ [D] tattered and stained with sweat, [A] but I'm the first
one [G] called when Uncle Sam [D] needs a hand with the [A] National Day. _
[G] _ _ [D] _ [Am] I've [A] been a wages boy [G] with a farm hand [D] for driving an old John Deere.
I've [A] been laid on a bar in a [G] tavern to [D] buy a working man a nice cold beer.
I've [A] been tipped to a truck [G] stop waitress, [D] the paper I was torn, and in [A] the hand of a
child I [G] was laid on a plate in a [D] church on a Sunday [A] morning.
_ [G] Well, they say I'm the root of all evil, I [D] bring lust, power and grief, but [C] this working
man's dollar [G] only buys the thing a working man [A] really needs.
[G] _ [C] _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ _
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
[A] Well, they say I'm worth [G] about fifty cents [D] in this modern inflated age, [A] but don't tell
that [G] to the young man [D] slaving to make it on a minimum wage.
[A] Or that single working [G] mother, [D] she's been scraping to make ends meet, to [A] make a house
a home [G] and keep food on the table [D] and shoes on her [A] baby's feet. _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ [A] Well, I know my [G] days are numbered, [D] I'm getting threadbare and wearing thin, [A] and they'll replace
me with [G] another.
[D] But I'd do it all again, [A] cause I've seen this great [G] big country [D] pass from hand to calloused
hand, [A] and I've got to say [G] that I'm mighty proud [D] that I belong to the working man.
[A] _ _
[G] Well, they say I'm the root of all evil, [D] I bring lust, power and grief, [C] but this working
man's [G] dollar only buys the thing a working man [A] really [G] needs.
_ [D] _ _ [C] _ [A] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
[A] Well, I'm just a [G] working man's dollar [D] in the pocket of his old blue jeans.
[A] I ain't like my [G] Wall Street brother, [D] he's in the banks of shiny and clean.
[A] Well, I'm faded and [G] I'm wrinkled, _ [D] tattered and stained with sweat, [A] but I'm the first
one [G] called when Uncle Sam [D] needs a hand with the [A] National Day. _
[G] _ _ [D] _ [Am] I've [A] been a wages boy [G] with a farm hand [D] for driving an old John Deere.
I've [A] been laid on a bar in a [G] tavern to [D] buy a working man a nice cold beer.
I've [A] been tipped to a truck [G] stop waitress, [D] the paper I was torn, and in [A] the hand of a
child I [G] was laid on a plate in a [D] church on a Sunday [A] morning.
_ [G] Well, they say I'm the root of all evil, I [D] bring lust, power and grief, but [C] this working
man's dollar [G] only buys the thing a working man [A] really needs.
[G] _ [C] _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ _
[A] _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _
[A] Well, they say I'm worth [G] about fifty cents [D] in this modern inflated age, [A] but don't tell
that [G] to the young man [D] slaving to make it on a minimum wage.
[A] Or that single working [G] mother, [D] she's been scraping to make ends meet, to [A] make a house
a home [G] and keep food on the table [D] and shoes on her [A] baby's feet. _
[G] _ _ [D] _ _ [Am] _ [A] Well, I know my [G] days are numbered, [D] I'm getting threadbare and wearing thin, [A] and they'll replace
me with [G] another.
[D] But I'd do it all again, [A] cause I've seen this great [G] big country [D] pass from hand to calloused
hand, [A] and I've got to say [G] that I'm mighty proud [D] that I belong to the working man.
[A] _ _
[G] Well, they say I'm the root of all evil, [D] I bring lust, power and grief, [C] but this working
man's [G] dollar only buys the thing a working man [A] really [G] needs.
_ [D] _ _ [C] _ [A] _ _ _ [G] _ _ [D] _ _ _ [A] _
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