Tekst Utworu

I remember how strong I felt as I drove to work that day Then the close sign on the metal gate, they turned us all away Now there's parts of my life in every pawn shop in town I'm fourty years old, no job to hold They beat ya' right to the ground In unemployment line, We spend our time it's a lonely place to go And I can't look in the peoples eyes There might be someone, Someone there I know Now the kids know that my love for Them don't come in a bag from the store The disappointment's in their eyes When I bring nothing through the door And the orange juice tastes like water, she swears it's just the same It hurts me to know we gotta play these penny pinchin' games In unemployment line, We spend our time it's a lonely place to go And I can't look in the peoples eyes There might be someone, Someone there I know Well lot's of folks eatin' from dumpsters Back of the A and P Feedin' my family from a garbage can Well, that'd be next for me The preacher tells me if I keep the Faith I'd find heaven on Earth right now But if Jesus came to ask for food Stamps well it'd probably turn him down In unemployment line, We spend our time it's a lonely place to go And I can't look in the peoples eyes There might be someone, someone there I know There might be someone, someone there I know Now Mr. President down in Washington And all you fat cats doing fine You might understand the wallow-less Field if you stood in this endless line In unemployment line, We spend our time it's a lonely place to go And I can't look in the peoples eyes There might be someone, Someone there I know
Writer(s): Creed Bratton, Peter Dixon, Sarah Dixon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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