T. Fogerty
Forty years we labor on this chain
Workin' much too hard for what we gain
You and I, we taste the bitter end
Workin' forty years for another man.
Got no name, just a number in the book
Friendly faces hide the royal look
Nothin' down on you, it's such a shame
Workin' forty years for another man.
Forty years, forty long long years
Give the man your blood and sweat and tears.
Cash your check on Friday afternoon
Sunday night your money's gone too soon
For your children, will it be the same?
Workin' forty years for another man.
Forty years, forty long long years
Give the man your blood and sweat and tears.
Cash your check on Friday afternoon
Sunday night your money's gone too soon
For your children, will it be the same?
Workin' forty years for another man
Workin' forty years for another man
Workin' forty years for another man
Workin' forty years for another man
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