No one sings the song of the workingman no more.
No one sings of the simple dreams he labors each day for.
I'm looking for one real life troubadour,
'Cause no one sings the song of the workingman no more.

Last fall a couple of men from up north bought the company that I work for
And the first thing they did was fire a bunch of my friends.
They had a lot of talk about the bottom line
And when they got done everything would be fine,
And we could all get back to working like a team again.
But no one sings the song of the workingman no more.
No one sings of the simple dreams he labors each day for.
I'm looking for one real live troubadour,
'Cause no one sings the song of the working man no more.
Some of those folks broke down in tears
'Cause that had been their life for many a year
And as we watched them go our hearts just about sank.
But not our new owners though, not the vice president and the CEO,
They turned around and put millions in the bank.
They say don't bite the hand that feeds you, but I know right from wrong.
I work hard for my paycheck but their money don't buy my tongue.
I see the rich man gain from the poor mans pain then they shuffle him out the door,
And no one sings the song of the workingman no more.
No one sings the song of the workingman no more.
No one sings of the simple dreams he labors his whole life for.
I'm looking for just one American troubadour,
'Cause no one sings the song of the working man,
Of the working man no more.