Travis Tritt Lord Have Mercy On the Working Man lyrics

All around I hear
The sound of money
But I ain't got
A nickel to my name

And everywhere I look
I see temptation
She stands on every corner
And calls my name

Now won't you tell me
If you can
'Cause life's so hard
To understand

Why's the rich man
Busy dancing
While the poor man
Pays the band

Oh, they're billing me
For killing me
Lord, have mercy
On the working man

Uncle Sam's got his hands
In my pockets
And he helps himself
each time he needs a dime

Them politicians
Treat me like a mushroom
'Cause they feed me bull
And keep me in the blind

Now won't you tell me
If you can
'Cause life's so hard
To understand

Why's the rich man
Busy dancing
While the poor man
Pays the band

Oh, they're billing me
For killing me
Lord, have mercy
On the working man


Hey St. Peter
Look down for a minute
And see this little man
About to drown

There's quicksand all around
And man I'm in it
Please help me up Lord
'Cause I'm going down

Now won't you tell me
If you can
'Cause life's so hard
To understand

Why's the rich man
Busy dancing
While the poor man
Pays the band

Oh, they're billing me
For killing me
Lord, have mercy
On the working man

Won't you tell me
If you can
'Cause life's so hard
To understand

Why's the fat man
Busy dancing
While the thin man
Pays the band

Oh, they're billing me
For killing me
Lord, have mercy
On the working man

Please Lord, have mercy
On the working man
Please Lord, have mercy
On the working man