Blue Collar Blues

You ain't no kind of man If you ain't got no land I can't afford the dirt off you boots, tell the truth Mmmmmm You can't spend a dollar If you can't raise a dime Scratching tooth and nail ain't gonna work this time Mmmmmm My Knees are getting stiff My back it can't lift My body's paid the dues, i've got the blue collar blues Mmmmmm These thought in my head It might be good to eat some bread I'm not afraid of the unknown, I'm afraid of going alone Mmmmmm Ooh... ahh... We were raised in the corn Mud's in my blood When I go you'll see what's important to me Mmmmmm