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Lyrics: Roy Orbison. Working For The Man.

Hey, now, you better listen to me everyone of you
We got a lotta, lotta, lotta, lotta work to do
Forget about your women and that water can
Today were working for the man

Well, pick up your feet, we've got a deadline to meet
I'm gonna see you make it on time
Oh, don't relax, I want elbows and backs
I wanna see everybody from behind

Cause your working for the man, a'working for the man
You gotta make him a hand when you're working for the man

Oh, well, I'm picking em up and I'm laying em down
I believe he's gonna work me into the ground
I pull to the left, I heave to the right
I oughta kill him but it wouldn't be right

Cause Im working for the man, working for the man
Gotta make him a hand, a'working for the man

Well, the boss man's daughter sneaks me water
Everytime her daddy's down the line
She says, meet me tonight, love a'me right
And everything is gonna be fine
So I slave all day without much pay
Cause I'm just abiding my time
Cause the company and the daughter you see
Their both gonna be all mine

Yeah, I'm gonna be the man, I'm gonna be the man
Gotta make him a hand if I'm gonna be the man

Working for the man, a'working for the man
Gotta make him a hand a'working for the man