Working Man Blues Words and Music by Richard W. Teague Well I'm trying to make a living but don't cha know buddy it's been getting so hard Driving back and forth to work on this damn freeway with these fossil fueled cars My truck is just a heaving trying to get me through this traffic and it's three miles long Their putting on make up and talking on their cell phones, Lord their minds are all gone Chorus Don't push me I'm the working man and I won't take much Didn't get here on my good looks and it wasn't much luck I do my job just to get my pay and I take myself home I'm just a man trying to make his stand You better leave me alone Alone Well the boss is on my back cause my razor gave out and my hair ain't combed Of coarse I talk back just to give him some flack and knock him off his throne Well he's just a prick in a nice new suit and a shine on his shoes It's cats like him and all his plans that make these working man blues Well I'm trying to work for a living but don't cha know buddy there's none to be found Cutting all my wages and knocking back my hours it goes round and round My truck is just a heaving trying to get me to work so I can make me a buck But the job that I had has left for overseas so I'm out of luck